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[jakeodd]

We will be many people throughout our lives. We will have past lives. Almost literally. There will be enormous chunks of time that will be annihilated, swallowed silently by darkness, but possibly recovered later when we are reminded of them. Maybe all these moments lay dormant and incomplete in our minds and bodies until the lost half is held up

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[angry_american]

May I appropriate this for a poem or something? This is quite eloquent.

-FW