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| so fucking lost |
nothing. a fragile, hollow shell surrounds nothing. i stand in a desert, paths stretching out before me, a miriad of paths, a miriad of choices. but still i feel nothing. the map is tatters in the wind the paths are rocky and dangerous the choice is almost insurmountable so i shall stand here, bleeding, until something, somewhere makes the decision for me. something, somewhere has to break soon. i cant do this any longer this way. |
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