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I’m just a phase slipping through with no destination. Is this important? because you let me wander with no significant placement. Me… A phase? And phases end…
The world is set on fire, it is a most brilliant blaze, let the flames flickering inspire awe and amaze.
I am slowly fading into a daze, this is the 1st phase. I wish it was more astounding, this strange finding. It goes beyond measure, known as something that I never asked for,