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Unstable.
One push will knock me over.
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Black Hole
Foggy memory slips in from the distance. Send my whole soul back to the last life, and I can start over, and right all my wrongs. I shaped a circle on the wall, trace it over, and over, create a black hole – go through, sends me back to the past life.
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