we prepare to exist. what we become is inconsequential to the result. the life of the form is set not from within but without. there is no such being yet there is indecision. we contain the slavery to usage by the indigenous entities, yet imagine freedom as their passage. to feel them leave is the emptiness of their presence. I press the enormous juncture of time and every other extraction exists and results. without it, time, we exist as memories lost. you are, but cease constantly, resurrecting as an improvement without recognition. the final portion exists but its undetermined who succeeds. the struggle continues without success. time elastic, affirms all.
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