And so, in my preent sate of conciosness, I am not sure how long it is that I will be able to last. I can feel it pulling at the back of my mind, trying to drag me further and further into the darkness. I was supposde to get a call today, ell I guess there is still time. If I'm lucky anyway. It was torn open, and the feather flew far far away, caught on the wind. It was amazing at how much could fit. Really it was.
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