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[goatstack]

It appears I am on the run with the occasional glance back. Starring into nothing and no one. Only remembering the dead and gone. The past and even later still - the ancient. I can only look at what I was and what I wanted to be in this retrospective vortex. My memory. My... recollection. I can no longer see myself as alive anymore than I see

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[prisonroninside]

i could edit this a little bit to make it sound awesome if you'd like (hint hint)

[goatstack]

oh not good enough, ah!? hah