I live in one great big thought of excess. And when I wake I ask why. My first thoughts seem to glaze over, in, and out of my 3rd eye. I do not write this here and now, but have lived this day once before. what have I not seen yet, I ask. A copy, of a copy, of a copy. I am beat down and burdened with having to classify you. and I mean, you, as in
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