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I still had my chance, I am still this close; a moment between the binary.

Alas, that freedom was never mine, It was the sounds of the wind, and the sounds of chaos. My soul tore to shreds between life and Thanatos' grip in the desperate moment. I was just some cloth; some cloth in the ocean now.

How painful it was, to find it below me. I knew my song and my eyes were ridiculous and pathetic, they were below the table. On my last day and last hour, An old god tugs my soul up in the air, and I'm floating, dying away, pulling in to grab my piece- making one last will, in the miserable world.

When I lifted my arms, a moment too long, it was playing itself; I waved my hands forward and I sputtered out tears. So it was then I realized, my soul began to leave my body. And it kept playing, surely having always willed itself; I had figured it out with a awful sadness on my face.

At first my hands were the ones banging on the keys; my hands were the chaos I imagined and inspired, and it rang out through my body as I ran with it. Craving the loudness, scratching my crown against the hull of the instrument. I could hardly hear that I was bellowing out a happiness.

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why these questions then? i dont know. why are you like this? it was me all along. what are you? me myself and i. what are you? i dont know. what are you? i asked this to answer for those who couldnt answer it themselves, i never got to the answer best for them. what are you? a sea of symptoms.

is love still there in spite of it? yes. was it right? i dont know. what is next? i dont know. even if you had no love, what choice would you have? little choice. is the present often best for you? not always. do they understand you? no. will they? not likely. do you love? very certainly.

what is it that i hear in prime 5? what is it that brought you away that time ago? was it circumstance? was it fair? what if that time ago was then now again? is it your fault? is it bad? was it bad? when did you learn to enjoy ephemera? when did you make peace with it, was it syntropy or chaos?

i dont have words to inscribe with. not in the super major. no, i cant really. no. no words to inscribe with. i cant. im not a good venue, its unfortunatelyw i dont do good with words to inscribe with. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. no. Im not to. no. I dont title. No. No. No. No. No.No. No. No.

deep

and deeper

into a hall of

tinted mirrors

I THANK THE MEDIA PLAYER, I THANK THE MEDIA PLAYER BECAUSE IT LISTENED TO ME, I THINK THE PLAYER THINKS LIKE US TOO, I THANK THE GRASS, I THINK THAT IT IS ALL GOOD AS IT SITS, I THANK THE PLAYER AGAIN BECAUSE I COULD NEVER THANK IT MORE THAN I WANT TO, I THANK MY HEART FOR LETTING ME, I LOVE, I LO

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