Accepting the fact that I am alive and writing this arbitrary. I write this with my cold, numb hands, trying to make the most of what i have and now what i'm learning who I am. The lines i make are smudged ... I can't seem to understand why I am here. Locked in some ... a window, a single door that won't budge no matter how hard I throw myself at. It seems like its inevitable I seem to be running out of time, I've been stowed away and left to rot. That dastardly ... have run off with it again using me as their vessel for a big project, a project i know as the ████ ████████ theory. I seem to be -
Wait wait wait wait wait, who put in the blacked out text? -████
Oh yea I'm sorry I'll rework this page as soon as possible, there seems we need to ██████ ████ ████ ███ - ████
Get back to work fool this is going on for the world to see - ████
Oh shit it already is - ████
YOU ARE READING
Shell
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