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splintered fragments of a shattered vision…disrupted thoughts of tattered imagination…unrealized pieces of a dream that was never meant to be dreamt…that is where you sit…empty and alone, waiting for that moment to open your moistened eyes to view the damaged world that lies strewn before you…right outside the grasp of your cold fingertips.

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