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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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