Reasons

I had to destroy myself to find a heartbeat in the ashes of my soul for it habitually took me to trips I wasn't invited too, lived in moments i wasn't aware of,  now is the time i raise with the correct stimulus stimuli that's worth my perceptual correlation occurrences with every momentum of me being alive, for if it doesn't happen that way, why else am I heart beating.

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