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The world has disappeared, I can’t feel my feet. Too high! Too low! A thief stole gravity. My head spins when I stand. My nerves ache. It gets better. No it doesn’t. Yes it does! All plans are waylaid. They lie, murdered, scattered corpses, in disarray. Zombies of a former glory, Moaning, Grabbing at my heels, While a single dream remains untouched.
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