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damn. it's easy to nurture the past.
to worship the past.
when really i know it wasn't as good as i remember it. (and better than i can imagine)
i don't like it when i die in my sleep.

five mountains to clime
the great labyrinth to escape
the fires burning bellow
the old man made of gears
the meny beads of a body
each with their personification

messages to my self
to not forget.
in hopes of not being forgotten.
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