"Drifting through infinity on an invisible piece of dust is a sliver of what once was my life, flesh and blood.
"A razor line separates what is concrete with that manufactured inside of my mind.
"This is the last stop, on a journey into vast nothingness.
The mind is at the start and the body fades into the dust that is always the end.
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