and i gasped for air as i reached my purgatory i whispered god's name and cried - embracing the horror of my newest twisted form of reality - the shock that shattered me after i'd seen its true face - my most exquisite dreams disfigured their beams of light broken a caricature of my masterpiece
that he threw in front of me on the ground covered in mud - as if feeding a mongrel
at last i had something worth mourning - god i whispered how i needed this - how i needed to stand there in the rain and watch the funeral of my dreams' tangibility
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