I can no longer identify myself. What I become has shed it's grey. No more everything. No more something. No more nothing. I know I'm only a ...Thing. Madness I am Madness.
The abcess grid system isn't my nervous complex. No! It will never qualify as my deepest chasm.
That my friend will never be explained with words. The convention of humanities principles are lost in this moment.
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