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18 seconds and however many seconds it has taken me to type this.

This is a wound you have delivered me. A pain from which there can be no recovery, for it is seared into my brain, permanently captured by neurons to be played upon recall forevermore. A meme. A different meme. Combined. There is a certain elegant nature to the efficiency of such, and yet the sum is less than the total of its parts. It is like a merger between pizza and beer, if they were placed in a blender and then drank. You would survive, but would life be worth it any more?

And while this agony is mine to hold for the remainder of my days, you too will one day come to realize that you have not escaped untouched. A slow but ever present guilt will gnaw at the back of your mind, creeping its tendrils throughout your inner monologue and one day, when you least expect it, you will weep for this sin of your past, forever knowing that you have willingly scarred not only yourself, but anyone else who thought they had 18 seconds to spare. You will try and justify it with statements like "I thought it would be funny!" or "Man I was so bored!", but deep down you will know that there is no excuse and it will haunt you. You will wanna run away, never say goodbye. You will wanna know the truth Instead of wondering why. You will wanna know the answers, no more lies. You will wanna shut the door and open up your mind.

And when that day comes, Board 8 will be there for you, because this place is basically immortal.
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