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Something is stopping me. I have these thoughts in my head. Good thoughts. To do good things. And I like them. So I let them run forward. In my mind. Then there's this huge concrete wall that they smash into. Full speed. And they're gone. Like they never even existed. No residue. No remnants. Just the wall. At the end of the alley. Just the wall that everything is running into. Just the wall. The. Dead. End. That. Nothing. Gets. Past.
Nothing is getting past the Wall.
Nothing
is getting past
me.
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