As I slept and the snow fell in my mind, I became a million tiny little threads. And I flew to sew myself into the rest of human experience, all torn to shreds just to become something.
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As I slept and the snow fell in my mind, I became a million tiny little threads. And I flew to sew myself into the rest of human experience, all torn to shreds just to become something.