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I stare eyes wide trying to make sense to keep myself together before a sight so impossible it shakes my sense of my entire existence. Before me- Ňö What is precieved before me, what must be a cruel joke a horrible jest or even malcontent- Ï çąňť ɓřəªţĥĥ- I dig my fingernails into my palms, feeling some crack and split due to the strength I clenched my hands into fists. I tried to <əvêŕŷţĥịŋğ ẅıľł ňêvəř ɓē țĥə ṣąmē> collect myself. I try €FŮĈĶ% to breathe-
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