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I find myself wandering the halls of my mind, aimless. I have a sense I am searching for a book. A collection of somethings. Perhaps a how to manual? There are times the shelves of my mind are neatly organized, categorized, even alphabetized. Other times it is more fluid, malleable, flexible. Presently, my surroundings are… Continue reading Wisps
No. No what? I do not accept. I refuse. Refuse what? Can’t you see it? Look. It’s too much. What? It follows you. Glittering sneer, waiting to devour me. You have to go. I can’t go. You are me.
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