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Stemming,
From simple actions, Primal urges, Natural experiences... There was, A moment of Complete and utter Clarity. Time and space, Morphed to accomodate, The experience That delivered it. A glimpse, Of the true way, The real exisistance, A full life. Something says, I was made, For other purposes, Than those preset. Though as soon as it arrived, It is gone. Time marches forth, Relentlessly. But that, Most breif of spans, Made me feel, A part of it all. The rush.
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