#0082. You are pieced together again. And you will face the same devastation. One day you will be free of the malady. You know how you will attain your freedom. You have built plan after plan after plan. No jail can hold you. No tomb can seal you in. You are stitched together from dead things. From cold things. Each failure of the will frosts your breath. Put it all together again. You emerge from a makeshift chrysalis. You are reborn and ready to die again.
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