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Unnecessarily difficult, this is the the way you prefer, it has some form of allure, this I'm not sure... regardless of this mere fact, I sit her in this dilapidated setting; waiting for the hands of heaven to free me. Hoping for something to save me. Some strange form of beauty this is; what does it possess?  like a ghost it's transparent but you can still feel it- only with your eyes, causing goosebumps as it arrives.
-This is death of ourselves, long gone before our physical deterioration, until we, our ourselves meet our long last creator.

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