#0152. Now it is over. You fumble in. There is detriment to everything. I want a world of my own. But this world does not bear a faker. The second world does not bear a fraud. Was I a fraud? Was the image burned in my retina a fraud? I disbelieve these little notations. I give in to a separate entity and I lay solid down and burn up in the atmosphere. Where are secret codes now? I want to build a new world from my own heartbeat.
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