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The door opens into a new found face. The doctor shrugs saying, "It can be replaced." A woman sighs and asks for a quick reply. "You're moving on to a step where everything is an excuse."
Maybe tonight symmetry will not be disguised. Fake the funeral so no one else knows that this is pure fiction, let reality de-compose. Feel the break in the sand as you exit the room.
Know not everything you do will be for you.
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