Worry and Whimsy
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Aug 5, 2013
lost
She stared into the abyss and lost herself.
All feeling, every sensation, dulled and depressed to a flatness which an iron would envy. And what created this plateau was simply nothing.
Or everything.
An abyss is rarely empty.
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