there's a stark difference between acknowledgement and action

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sometimes, like other human beings on Earth, i feel a separation pulling my brain from my skull to float above the rest of my body. i'm entirely out of my own, almost like a birdseye lens on a camera. i am both a king and his jester.

she looks like rot; haggard and vaporous. it's not necessarily contentment, unless that's synonymous with defeatedness. 

there really isn't much that can be done here. so i just watch, marking a star on my calendar for Judgement day.

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