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oh, what have I done? what did I do with so many years of days of fleeting moments? when there's nothing here now to show was it all wasted? does each dying potential make a sound as it enters oblivion? would the brightest alternate outcome have placed any value upon this current accidental scattering? I have built an invisible web of improbable potentials that binds me frozen at the center. can any good come of blindly following infinite conflicting motivations? is there something invisible building between, then guiding from within? anti-matter of a life?