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I am on the edge of this dark abyss. I fall into this loneliness, this despair, this madness, forever chaotic. I feel as if Ive lost myself in this very ink, these very words, and i cannot find the light. I'm drowning in these words lost in worlds of swirls, twists and curves, I need air, i cannot breathe, Ive been captured by this ink. Slowly suffocating, its too thick to swim, I cant move, so i drown, drown in this foolishness. I find its because of my own stupidity as I continue to write, when perhaps if I were to stop I would be spared from this plight. I hear screaming in the distance, I hear it only to realize its in my head, faint, as if from a long lost memory of a ghost long since dead. I hear the names with an odd sort of detachment, as if in a dream, a nightmare, like it was never real. Perhaps it wasn't. What is the definition of reality anyway? Who can accurately define it? I feel the pain oh so faintly as if it is not my own, for me it doesn't even exist as i float suspended here in this ink and i try not to think of all these things that run through my head, making me wish that i were dead, as I look inside my soul all i see, this empty hole, nothing but darkness, blackness, very much like this ink, and i fall into madness.

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