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why is apathy never a real choice? nothing can hurt me now because i am ascending above you and you and you, hovering out of fingers' reach. in the mountains, there you feel free. where are our roots buried and how far do they reach? i can't see beneath the ground, i can't see where you move or why. lately, i've been feeling like i walk around
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