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[contentiousjoy]

Little dots on the textured wall is all the headlights leave behind. And if you stepped into that cone, you would not leave much behind either. Fragmented personalities somehow seem to dissipate into the vortexes we leave behind us, drawing nearer into an imaginary triangle this gloomy darkness that knows no escape.

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and with the first rays of

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[divinesorrow]

I do not know how to reach you, I do not know if I should even try.

[contentiousjoy]

Nor do I.