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Red Line from Here to the River.
I remember when there was a moment, I was suspended in self destruction. Time was a damaged loop, spinning violently through my mind, tearing flesh, breaking me down. Remember when we were together? If you're there and you know who you are..yes, I remember. Those were days of tribulation for me.
The morning burst from the east horizon, sending plates of light crashing down onto the roads and scattered civilizations. I gasped awake, erupting from the landscapes of sheet and pillow. Where did you go? Were you swept away with the morning dew? Outside my window, blurred annomolies of light and feather tumbled through the air and bounced along the grass, tearing insects from the pores of the earth and filling my ears with undefined polyphony. I stumbled out of the bed like a buried giant, and lumbered through my room into the hallway. My vision shiverd like rippling water, I slanted into the wall and tore the picture frames away with me into the floor. I wept there violently, as if my insides wished to jump out and comfort my outside. I heaved streams of tears from my face, laserating the frost along my cheeks. My imperfections got the best of you, so you exfoliated what you didnt need. Here I lay alone.
Those were days of tribulation for me.
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