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"Are you thinking of the consequences?" It's not you. It's not you. It's not you. It's not you. It's not you. It's not you. It's not you. It's not you. It's not you. ▞▞▞▞▞ ▞▞▞▞ It's not you. It's not you. It's not /nɒt/ you. ▘▘▘▞▞▞▞▞▞ ▝▙ The memory seems perverse, it glistens and you're trapped, you're pressed beneath the red /ɹɛd/ heat. It's not you. It's not you. It's not you. It's not you. ▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞ ▘ ▞▘▞▘ ▞▞▗▝▘ ▜▗▝ "Are you happy? You decided the consequences..."