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Away from the glitches, like the beauty lost in a T.V. snowstorm twisting and turning around the specks of grey and white. Like a worm virus eating away at your thoughts, destroying the collections of junk and tid-bits you've collected over the years. Infesting everything you believe and reversing your views. Like a pure white sheep, shunning the black bursting into the herd now shying away from itself blending into the clouds forever to be captured by a shuddering cleche. |
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