it's strange, how things change, the temporal, the impermanent, that which does not stay constant, the smoke and mirrors, what you thought you were is not, "where you thought you were going to, wern't never there" drop of a hat, drop of a coin, the shriek of a brake, the flashing of sirens, and things would be different, carpe diem, seize the day, what if you've been holding onto every day, and there isn't anything there to seize, to grab hold of because you already have that firm grasp on life? carpe what?
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