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Spaced Out

I was at a critical stage. Where I was not feeling sage. I felt like I was in outer space. But really, I was just moving at a lightning pace. As the clouds went still. I had the feeling that it would not be until. My hands were unstrapped. In this space, I am trapped. I had lost my sense of connection. As they gave me an injection. I had almost been catatonic. Which was ironic. What is seen will eventually be forgotten. As my false universe would go rotten.

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