The Problems (Cont'd.)

i spoke before of missing. the sections missing, and sectors, whole corridors
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cities lacking. this is not the problem. pouring presence into it, some thing
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constitutes being on a day in June in which butterflies were infusing the air
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and then a story went like this about how I had such a sad life, there were pent
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up emotions, and a search for purity through wondering and eating. mind, there
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are constant letters and the shuttling of likes. what I thought became clear then
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before i killed it. there was an incident at walmart, i bought some race off the shelf
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split into two indefinitely, causing chained reactions. thought hormones excreted
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by the brain, a gland of mysterious profusion and causality but that's not it either