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I Am Not Yet This Wreck.

November 14, 2013
Be, and in being become. Become. Adrenaline tensions, certain Death let me see all. Blinded Flash became breath. See? What I did? Blind'd spires aspire to be. Just be, to exist Is bliss, without this it's just....is.
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