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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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