An empty room

[thejimmys]

Theres a man in a lonely room, within this cell of his own confinement there is nothing. Just blank walls and empty windows he always peers out. Small tiny windows, through which he can see glimpses of the human soul. Yes the human soul. Small worthless fragments of the same colour, because the longer he darts madly about to stare out said windows

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[thejimmys]

turn out all souls are completely different and completely the same, the deeper you delve the more lost you'll get, cause theres no right answer and theres no real wrong, just a bunch of retarded ass perspectives, one of which is mine