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I cannot remember how it feels like not to feel but I can paint a picture, I can see it and I can sense it. If I had to paint a picture this is how it would look like: You are stuck on a mountain, no cellphone reception, alone and with no voice. Just shapeless dark figures wobbling around with no direction. You are trapped with your inner voice who somehow feels louder and menacing. Your inner voi...
Wednesday 6th June 2018 10:17 am
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