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There are moments that just feels clean; serene and mystical, couldn't have been better;

Then it leaves. Leaves behind just enough for its pursuit. Parts with a final gut punch. It's possible.

I am unable to ever recreate it; Regular high doesn't quite elevate me there. Creative hacks did once. Adrenaline is not it. Flow is only a part.

This level of alignment is now my forbidden fruit.

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