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Zara had prized her soul above all else And now had none

She picked up the beaker and turned it in her hand, this way and that, eyeing the golden contents, the iridescentpros and cons, incentive and disincentive, reaching an impasse every time

In the end she turned off her mind and made the decision hat mild emotion was left to her

She tipped the beaker to her lips and drank

MAC

The eviction fromwords I’ and never would, I’antuan will, scraped from my body, and stuffed back into ot you, babe ALWAYS

As it crams me into the cramped, dark interior and slams the lid, I think--bullshit! There is no secret compartment inside my body that I can be stuffed into!

Just like there never actually was a book, open or closed, inside me The Sinsar Dubh painted two elaborate illusions for me, and did one hell of a sales job I infused both illusions with my belief and was thereby iullibility

Belief is reality

In here, disembodied, I apprehend that truth in a moment of exquisite clarity and realize it’s the keystone of existence Not just mine Everyone’s What’s the surest way to be victimized? Believe yourself a victim To win? Believe yourself a champion

I believe myself a body, kick the lid off my nonexistent box with it, and the boundaries aroundit really is

I stand tall, my fury boundless for tooin a ware with Jada The first one in what seemed a small, painful eternity She’d let liirl was in there And getting closer to co out

Then h to thoroughly piss me off