Where am I?! What is happening to me?! I can't. I can't feel. But I feel everything. What is happening to me? Who am I? Why? Just, how? What is this? What is anything? I think I like this song or this band or artist, but what if it doesn't exist? How does it exist? How do we exist? Why? I don't understand?! Nothing is worth anything! Nothing exists! Nothing! Nothing is happening! No one exists! No one is here! Everyone is gone. They never existed.
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A journal of the criminally insane.
HorrorYou know, I can still hear her voice sometimes, or her last breath. I wanted to catch it in a jar so she would never stop breathing. So that she would not be lost. But that wouldn’t have saved her. Nothing could. She’s gone. And she’s never coming...
