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I feel I can fly, so fly I must. Lump in my throat, I lay as I float, up to the sky we must go.
The sky isn't clear. It isn't black. It's lightning and memories... Memories keep arriving. Keep thriving. I'm a slave to their will. Hands, they feel. Feel what they will. See what they will. My life is false. Nothing is real. I want to go, I need to leave. Leave behind what it is I perceive. It can't be real. I hear, I see, I feel. My smell is different. It says to remain calm. Weird I know falling below, the blackness isn't full hold, and I see more. I'd rather be alone. Leave. Me. Alone. Fear, my dear, sign off here. And let go.
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How are you doing now?
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Day by day, Bill.
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