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¨¨:»=†§# when i was in eight grade i decided i ##&§†=»:¨¨
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¨¨:»=†§# never to return. ##&§†=»:¨¨
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¨¨:»=†§# i remember sitting in my parents car on ##&§†=»:¨¨
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¨¨:»=†§# somewhere. it felt like i had solved ##&§†=»:¨¨
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¨¨:»=†§# puzzles since then. ##&§†=»:¨¨
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¨¨:»=†§# instead, i've been mindlessly piloting ##&§†=»:¨¨
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¨¨:»=†§# 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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