EVERYTHING HASN'T STARTED YET

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A dark maze with walls of sanity that started to moisten, making it difficult for me to get out. The scraping of the real mind made me weaker and weaker to be able to step up. I kept trying to reach the door which was getting closer but farther away I grasped. How could I be trapped in this kind of disgusting place.

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