Entailed within the reality of fate had the reality of time been incurred. It was at this moment that fear existed predominately. Was the perceiver forgone? I ask myself daily the question, only upon great neglect do I get closer to the truth. Not one that I would have liked, but one that existed none the less. For each breath one exhale, until only a single extra exhale reside, without an inhale. Death had conquered. Inevitably.
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