So I thought,
"Why not take up writing again?"
And since I am here, I might as well.
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All I could see was static darkness, my eyes felt like they were about to pop out of my skull. My fingers rushed to cover my eyes, in hopes they didnt fall out.
"Nothings wrong with this" I thought. Nothing could be wrong with this. I could feel my eyeballs squeezing out of the sockets.
"This is like... space"
My mind wasnt working right, but I guess it never has. My heart will always be racing, faster to keep me warm and alive.
Those don't seem to correlate but when you're stuck in this... this void, we call thoughts and writing, you would understand.
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Man, I need to write more.
