Pitch black... cold presence around me. Nervously reaching out for objects to touch failed. Not even sure if the ground is still solid. Distant voices... so far that it is hopeless to understand them. So this is how it feels like to have a dark broken heart. To not be heard and left alone to experience. To find that your senses broken from actual reality. To be ignored from society.
This is the story ... of the toilet's aura LOL
Morals? None.
Reason for random story? Boredom.
Reason for ending it like this? Getting Bored.
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it's about time I start somethin...
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