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Feb 2019
Deeper I go, and not noticing, I begin to rearrange my soul.

What ****** up things will arise during this 'advancement'?

I feel it, confusing me like a mist.
A thick and static charged mist comes each time I visit.
Sometimes it clears to bring lucid awareness, sometimes it hangs around and worries me.

Today it is cut into many fractions; life is visible through the cracks.
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   Perry
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