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##¶@§^:~,¨ and at times, when i'm almost drowning   ¨,~:^§@¶##
@@§^^^:~,¨ in this metaphorical sand, breathing     ¨,~:^^^§@@
##¶@§^:~,¨ it, the veil is next to breached... i    ¨,~:^§@¶##
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###@§^:~,¨ like were they calls from rubbery        ¨,~:^§@###
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@@§§§^:~,¨ but like a mirage, constantly            ¨,~:^§§§@@
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###¶§^:~,¨ and not really touching my eardrums.     ¨,~:^§¶###
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