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the dark sea wanes with the pulses of life. each creature bares a heart and blood, pumping in time.
i forget the melody of this existence all the time, and am often singing in a different key with a different rhythm altogether. lost, alone and out of mind weary.
well it’s someones fault for wiring my sinewy mind to work. at least whistle while you’re at it.
i forget most things at once. the things i remember at a time are few in number, shallow in depth, and almost never of any use.
i could’ve sworn i packed more knowledge into this meatloaf before i came to this planet.
ah well, to be human.
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