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CHOICE none control the loney woman one would wager but she too, in the end, is a slave to nature fighting and denial, these won't change a thing what bird will fly again if none help fix its wing? what freedom is there in empty acts and thus the mind into itself retracts it bounces about, unable to disperse like atoms in the young universe the room is getting smaller, til a single thought repeats and eats and eats and eats and stops when it collapses implodes and tears a hole, perhaps is and destroys anything that comes near passersby will think of naught but fear "how terrible, horrifying, insane" while no thought to itself pertain none wonder what the black hole used to be or if this development was free all they know is "keep away" do not become part of the buffet sit back, relax into your seats it eats and eats and eats and eats whats left of her would have no voice why speak when you don't have a choice