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It feels weird, though perhaps not as much as you might think to come back & find it all dusted away. your life, your friends & family, everything you knew now off in a distant dimension how are you supposed to react? perplexed? euphoric? lachrymose? irate? all (or none) of the above? it matters not. what does is attempting to pick up the broken pieces of your existence & see if they still fit. because if not, you may find yourself sitting in the back row of your own funeral long before your time has come

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