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 and i spend my days swimming and sinking into the abysmal depths of my ethereality, my own perfect world.
 memories and images fade into nothing, colourlessness on a canvas.    and i'm drunk, drunk off of the intoxication of this moment, the pure bliss of these seconds that chase themselves away. my senses are numb, adjusting themselves to the ethereal emptiness of this moment.
 then i refocus, everything snapping together with a blinding clarity, resurfacing from nothingness.
 i strain and struggle against the bonds of existence, straining towards it again, but it's gone, gone. 
 i am gone, gone.
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