

�i still canapos;t believe it. That theres nothing left to believe. But when everything is recognized, and nothing is realized, what is left to remind me of the times when I defined the rules of my mind. I can sit around and wait for it to haunt me in my dreams. I can fight it off by disguising myself in a cloud of smoke and a mask of normality. But that just wouldnapos;t be my style. My style.
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