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The synapses that inhabit my brain are crisped away to cinders, the material that has been living in my psyche has taken its own form, and i feel as though I am a leaf.... A leaf that has been ripped from its anchor and cast adrift into a storm of imagination. A storm I created, and gleefully foster as it continues to destroy my thought processes. I think I might have a meltdown... ah.... but what a way to go