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so i looked in the window and i wondered who you are and why you live the way you do. i wondered if we are alike, if we dream the same dreams, wake up to the same nightmare every day, scratch out the same sort of existence so we can justify our breathing. they say we are valuable, that everyone adds something to the great scheme of things, but i have to wonder if we do, if breathing and scraping by is enough. what do we add to the world spirit? are we part of its decay or do we keep the destruction at bay because we dream and know how to move in the light and the darkness with equal panache? you and me, we are one, even if we can't see it. ain't that a blast . . . .

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