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Nothingness. Endlessness. Seems like a good place to lose myself in. A place of boundless opportunities or emptiness – whatever you make it out to be. Where love and lust, jealousy and sympathy, deceit and trust – all fuse into one…no, not a horrible mangled mass, but an eternity where nothing else matters. Where you can no longer try to scrabble at the fleeting transience, where you can no longer feel a pounding rage at yourself, where loneliness makes love to you, oh so very lovingly each time… It’s not colour, it’s not pitch dark, it’s a comforting nothing…a soothing nothing…It’s my space, where I belong. Where I am one with me…into nothingness…
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