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,,,,,^^%@@ @@%^^,,,,,
,,,,^^††## ##††^^,,,,
,^-^†%@@## ^^^^^^^^@@--------------------@@^^^^^^^^ ##@@%†^-^,
,^-^†%#@@# #@@#%†^-^,
,^-^^^^†%# when i was in eight grade i decided i #%†^^^^-^,
,,,,-^†%## was dead. my spirit had left my body, ##%†^-,,,,
,^-^†%##@@ never to return. @@##%†^-^,
,^-^†%#@## ##@#%†^-^,
,^-^†%#@@# 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. @@@#%†^-^,
,^-^†%#@## ##@#%†^-^,
,^-^†%##@@ 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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