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| Some nights when I can't sleep I look back on what I gave up both consciously and unconsciously to become the individual only an ideal universe could allow to thrive | |
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| Slowly I have been stripped bare of the most basic of human rewards. This is a metaphor for how I feel my consciousness should be represented: flayed and burning alive in heaven | |
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| Ok so I didn't actually read the first two panels. I tried but I have the Meow Mix song stuck in my head. You know, meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow. Did I win the contest yet? | |
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