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...time often nibbles at my wings and suffocates on reality. for me,,the past is not past. It stays on, conditioning my future. My free will is a result of a thousand impulses and forces that lie beyond my control. And this deafening silence,,,this deafening silence is smothering me, its suffocating me,,and the small gasps i force amidst this chaos affirm beyond doubt,,we..we are all dying...beyond our means.