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a hazy perspective and the need for clarity

I have no sense of time, the pride from my accomplishments is as null as the concept of permanence, besides the fog — seeping into my mind as deep as the proverbial soul within me. in the mist of what is left of myself, the only depth i can catch is lost — lost recognition.

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