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<title>a hhh ahaha - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>a hhh ahaha</b></p>
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<p>published: 9-23-2018</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>there are several thousand of me<br />
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scattered all over this wasteland we call the modern web<br />
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which one is the real me? the ones I currently use?<br />
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or did I lose myself in the corpses long ago</p>
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<p>I am in trouble<br />
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I am in trouble<br />
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I am in trouble<br />
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I am in trouble<br />
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out of memory<br />
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out of second, third, fourth chances<br />
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out of time</p>
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<p>I want to go back to the days<br />
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where the entirety of the web was just popping bubbles on a Twistables game<br />
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before Crayola remodeled their website<br />
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before the computer running XP in the corner of the home office crashed and died<br />
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before I crashed and died</p>
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<p>I don't want to be a saint anymore<br />
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because saints are expected to perform miracles<br />
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and it would be a miracle if I could get back on my own two feet<br />
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but I can't even find my own two feet<br />
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but I can't even find my own two eyes<br />
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or four<br />
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or six<br />
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always six<br />
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always out of time<br />
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always me, forever</p>
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<p>a ghost offered to pull me out of the fog<br />
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but maybe the ghost is of the fog<br />
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but maybe the ghost is the fog<br />
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surrounding me, suffocating me of me<br />
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and I lay dead in the middle of the forest</p>
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<p>how do you decompose?<br />
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because you've lived fast and short and now your candle wick is gone<br />
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lie still, my friend<br />
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lie still as the wind caresses your bones<br />
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lie still as the earth takes your flesh<br />
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lie still<br />
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lie still</p>
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<p>which reality is the real reality?<br />
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because if I say I am, then I am<br />
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and I am<br />
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and I am not<br />
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and I am</p>
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<p>change the truth until it reflects reality<br />
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change the truth until it reflects the world you want to see<br />
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change the truth until it fits you</p>
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