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Thanks for the memories. The ones in obscurity and the ones bathed in sun Theses are what help me remain human. These picture that replay in my mind when I make mistakes.
  Universal infinite, as strung upon the stars  Collapsing voids, swirling masses of rock and gas, slowly losing solid grasp Drifting into worlds where the unknown dominates a presence of oxygen
Happiness lost within a tired reality A reality that rather be fiction Fiction that wishes to be reality The mind unravels to an unwanted place a place that's been deferred  
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