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I place my pieces in order of emaculate direction, pointing my way to lose protection.
Divesting strength to become left alone. Building reassuring mind altering tactics, to reform a shielded, wounded, perfect organic machine. Saturize the tissues with red life, immortalize your clokc and pump the molecular antidotes. Lost and left behind, I blame it on the time, the time that was never given, the time that was never mine. A glimpse into possible worlds, future is a unique vision factor. Encouraged tears through speech of reason, again the clokc falls down, smashing the numbers of time. A symbolic remedy for a countless descending.
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