• this cyclical lifestyle. it's emulating the very concept of existence. a constant pulsing of matter. periods of expansion and collapse. there's a vast wasteland out there. beyond your safe haven of existence. cold. filled with rocks and dust. toxic waves and radiating particles that will rip you apart cell by fucking cell. you clutch your throat, veins straining to hold it together. just hold it together man. gasping to filter whatever oxygen you can. this new atmosphere just ain't cutting it. struggling to stop your blood from freezing. you thought you knew better. could go without a coat. this is no place for a girl like you. or any being for that matter. you can not exist here. so why did you think you could? sold my life to bring the rain, maybe to wash me clean. sold my soul to stop the pain, hoping you'd set me free.

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