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somewhere, lost.
Routine pulls at every nerve, wired into my brain, grasping any aspect of control from my fingertips. I felt something a long time a go. A rise, always so unpredictable. ...
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It's nobody.
My name is nobody, a simple, lonely concept. Something that feels like surrendering to a sudden wind, looks like flesh, morphing into beads of red sand. It's delusion after countless ...