Nothing

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Time marched ever onward...

There seemed to be a wall between him and the dream now, not just greys but everything.. so far away.

Sound, touch.. scent...

That was all gone now.

FaDe AwAy

Mentally he curled into a ball, it wasn't like he had a body or anything to grasp onto.

What.. was his meaning to exist

YeS tHaTs RiGhT

Nothing mattered...


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