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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 ¨.~^§@&@##
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#@@&@§^~.¨ 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 ¨¨¨¨¨¨~§@@
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