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nevermind, no one else exists in this black place
it feels good in here, doesn't it?
it's cold but somehow so comfortable
and clean
the air is so pure,
it's a treasure just to breathe in this space
why do I feel like I need to be at least once removed from everything?
no matter
even if I've never stepped one foot forward,
if I've helped push the people near me forward,
I can say I haven't totally wasted everything I've ever been given
still though
it's a museum of truths,
I can see it all very clearly
but I can not, must not ever, ever touch
I know every detail, yet it's all behind the glass
time is parchment
close the door
begin
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