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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. #@@@&%*~,,
,,~*%&@@@# #@@@&%*~,,
,,~*%@@@## 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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