Each day I sit here and stare out in to the raw and uncensored world. I know how many things truly are... and still the words of illusion have a power over me? How can this be so? To haunt my soul to such depths of profoundity these must be the works of tricksters or else I am in fact observing an illusion within the illusion. How many heroic
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