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| I try to regress back into the state I was in last night. I've already grown too much to do so. I see my salavation and wave as I drift by, unknowingly attached to the undertow of my own stupid skepticism. "It's easy," I hear a woman plead indistinctly in the distance. I rub my eyes for a new, clearer view; my knuckles stained thick, red with the uneasy essence of self-toturing. A radiant glint off a redirected fireball... but it's not what I want. Residue from past ventures envokes itself, feelingless. Faint light gets fainter in a descending pattern, and the undying rhythm of it lulls blankly. |
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