0	You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it. Like a daydream, or a fever.
0	I am afraid. But I start again from the beginning, trace my own steps to the scene of the crime.
0	Here's the truth, so now you can hate me.
0	This is what I see when I look back. These moments, blinding as snow, they kill you, change you. You die and live again, remade.

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hyperzine

I don't know about angels, but its the fear that gives men wings