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When you can transcend all the little bumps and ridges and scaly nets and buckles that protect your spirit and the schoolmarn voice within that chides it for trying to penetrate your skin late at night when the streelamps are like diamonds that light up the universe. Turn off the lights now. And you feel the spirit inside tapping and bouncing around on the walls of your body like a bible basher at your door. Let me out! Let me out! They forget about me, and I'm trapped...I was buried alive. A spirit in a human coffin.
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