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..-«;**¤@# when i was in eight grade i decided i #@¤**;«-..
.-«;**¤@## was dead. my spirit had left my body, ##@¤**;«-.
..-«;**¤@# never to return. #@¤**;«-..
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....-«;**¤ i remember sitting in my parents car on ¤**;«-....
...-«;**¤@ a cloudy, watery day, getting a ride @¤**;«-...
..-«;**¤@# somewhere. it felt like i had solved #@¤**;«-..
.-«;**¤@## some great puzzle. i've solved no ##@¤**;«-.
..-«;**¤@# puzzles since then. #@¤**;«-..
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....-«;**¤ instead, i've been mindlessly piloting ¤**;«-....
...-«;**¤@ this body around. i still give it life, @¤**;«-...
..-«;**¤@# somehow. like a golem, and i try not to #@¤**;«-..
.-«;**¤@## care too much, but i do. it's a ##@¤**;«-.
..-«;**¤@# contaminated golem, this one. purity #@¤**;«-..
...-«;**¤@ clouded by my echo. afterglow of my @¤**;«-...
....-«;**¤ spirit. ¤**;«-....
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