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January 22, 2004, 2:34 p.m.

This is your sensory. This is your fear. This is your emotion. Your warning. Your fire alarm. Your tuning. Your response. This is evolution. This is adapting. Your revolution. Your trouble. Your mistake. This is your unknowing. This is your ignorance. This is your wisdom. Your inching. Your itching. Your salvation. This is your stopping point. This is your end. This is something you don't need. Your time. Your life. You're gone.

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