"then one day she looked around and everything up til then was showing and she wondered how did i get here without even knowing where i was going now there's no getting out of this and there is no going back and it all seems so odd sometimes and the odds all seem stacked."
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"I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all." ~ Richard Wright