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When I have a cold, my ears and head plug up like the suction cup of a drain or one of those tacky window decals we used to stick to the glass panes on holidays like Christmas or Easter, a thin, plastic replication of our atheistic tendencies that clearly
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But I am quite sure,
in my loneliness,
there is nothing that aches inside me more,
than a desire to persist.
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Knowing this is too long for here I won't be crushed or enraged if no one has the time to read it. Also, it's not fiction.
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