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| Existence resistance...despite vain attempts. Attempts, that is, to remain un-named, so as to feel unashamed of the banality of my presence. Pull, pull, pulling away from everything... Trying to disappear for fear of going unnoticed. There is a division, separated by a structure, built over time with life and all that is forced upon us - truth vs. appearance. Entrance followed with a click...the sound of a dead-bolt. There are no exits. Stilfled by sound proof walls. Self-fulfilling, void of acknowledgemnt in all directions. But vibrations of pain 'forgotten' are felt for eternity. | ||
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