I close my eyes
-and open them anew. Thoughts before and after regeneration.
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1:
This is new, this is new and he is terrified.
(It occurs to him humility is a sensible word. Perhaps he is not so entitled, perhaps- perhaps he should play some music.)
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2:
Zoe? Jamie? Where are they? What are they going to do to them? What are they going to do to him? What- how dare they force this change.
(And he really, really, would like to tear some red tape.)
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3:
He is casting off his final shackles.
(His nose is better, the world is wider, and more far and he's finally free!)
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4:
He's falling. Friends? Enemies? They are laughing, he's falling, laughing- and the ground is hard remember?
(He should have kept them safe. He needs to keep them all safe.)
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5:
Not fair. Not fair. It's not-
(The universe owes him now. Big time.)
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6:
Everything is spinning out of c/o/n|t\r/o\l
(He's got to stop making mistakes. Screw Poker, he's playing chess.)
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7:
It's as sudden as goodnight and flick, goes the light.
(Wake up, and the stars are so bright)
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8:
Knee itching, stomach groaning, worlds burning, NO!
(Time doesn't heal all wounds.)
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9:
Stupid ape- this feels like a revelation, and he's so sick of being a god.
(He feels old, but- no time for thoughts, regrets. The world's ending. Up to him to save it then, right?)
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10:
Can't leave, not yet, not yet, too much to do, say, solve-
(Can't I be a kid again? A kid without a home?)
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11:
One day he'll be different. One day he'll be dead. But for now-
"Come on, Ponds!"
And here we go again.