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| This darkness surrounds me. Engulfing me along with every thought that enters my head. I am utterly alone. My company consists of figments of imagination. | |
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| These figments are of real people. They are the manifestations of sadness in my insanity. I am at a point close to giving up. On you. On myself. On life. On her. | |
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This comic isn't funny...
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