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Black cat. Black cat. Glitch in the matrix. Hold onto the familiar feelings. Something not quite right. The same the same! But inexperienced. Fleeting memories, past lives? Maybe the glimpse to the future as I struggle down the path. Coughing and wheezing. Done this before! How many times? Each day holds the same things, but not the same energy. This energy too familiar, laced to my skin, sinking to my bones, reminding me. Tightening against my airways, pushing me, crushing me to oblivion.