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isn't it strange how sometimes you feel even when you've decided you don't

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isn't it strange, how sometimes you feel, how peculiar it is that you still do, even if you know it's a brief thing, you know as soon as it reaches your awareness it'll be slaughtered, fairytale genocide, you know it'll crush against the bars of your alert mind, smothered to pieces, like a force of nature, not cruel, not unkind, but not open for negotiation, either. isn't it strange how sometimes you feel.