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I knew - but I did know that I had crossed
The border. Everything I loved was lost
But no aorta could report regret.
A sun of rubber was convulsed and set;
And blood-black nothingness began to spin
A system of cells interlinked within
Cells interlinked within cells interlinked
Within one stem. And dreadfully distinct
Against the dark, a tall white fountain played.
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣾⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡿ ⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿ ⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦ ⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿ ⢃⣤ ⢿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿ ⢸⣿⡟ ⢹⣿⣧ ⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡆ ⡅ ⣸⣿ ⢸⣿
⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿ ⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿ ⣾⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⡇ ⣿
⣿⣿⣿⡇ ⢰⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⢸⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿ ⢹⣿
⣿⣿ ⣿
⣿⡟ ⢸⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢡⡞ ⣿ ⢻⣦⡈ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇ ⡁ ⢀⣀⣀⣀⣈⣁⣐⡒ ⢤⡈ ⢿⡄ ⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇ ⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄ ⡈⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⣿⣿ ⢈⣿⡄ ⢀⣀ ⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿ ⣡⣶⣶⣬⣭⣥⣴ ⣾⣿⣿⣿⣶⣾⣿⣧ ⣼⣿⣷⣌⡻⢿⣿
⣿⣿ ⣋⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷ ⢻
⡏ ⢾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿ ⢂⣭⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⢉⣉ ⣴⣾
⣿⣷⣦⣬⣍⣉⣉⣛⣛⣉ ⣤⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
Looking in
And I know this body's not mine
To begin with
I wish that I could crawl out
My skin
And see the world
And I promise this is the last time
I admit it
These days just seem to pass by
In a minute
A pistol and a small town
We've seen it all before
And I just wish I could go outside
Without this fear of harm
And I should probably see a counselor
Cause I don't feel too well
And why am I always the bad guy
When I'm just trying to help
This body means nothing to me
At all