I said: "Reality hurt my world." and some wall nearby shattered. It's all been fast.paced since then -hustling, bustling, December light begging to be let in. Worn shoes flattening molehills, bandaged hands tearing mountains apart. And I don't know where to start. Here I am, standing on the banks of the Styx and I know I have to get across but I
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