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Walking through the overgrown grass watching the winged dust motes float away I pick up the walnuts Some lay clean, dry,
Teeming with multiple personalities, I feel the Legion swell within me. I fight against Layers of self-defense. Long gone, the search to fleet just a virus. With eyes, undecided, how can they locate a difference?
Feeling like you have to scream or just Burst into cacophonous noise and break through Their chatter is driving me insane. I know they are there to help me but I just….. Want to know something?