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Poor SydSyd stood on an old oak chair, silent and alone, breathing heavy like a panting dog. his thoughts pushing outwards like bees trapped in a jar. He asked himself what he did to deserve this? why he should feel this way, this shouldn't happen to him, why would this happen to him. why does his mind treat him like this, there was no logical explanation, his heart and mind felt empty like his soul had abandoned him, unwilling to deal with it, leaving our teenage protagonist to wrestle with his notions alone. Syd closed his eyes he envisioned a question, a riddle, this riddle was incomprehensible, it shot about in quick flashes of light, bouncing arPoor Syd
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>Connecting to user.... >Connection refused. >Proxy servers offline.
/*I'm here standing in the fog, using semaphore. Can you see me?*/
int heartbeat = 72; int cyanide = 0; bool life = true;
//Look at the camera. //You'll be discussing this on Larry King Live. //Self-snuff films are all the rage //'cause you only love me when I'm slitting my wrists. //You laugh! //I bleed! //Tonight! One night only! //"We have this late breaking bulletin..." //V
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