momentary silence. books and books filled with letters, periods, and numbers.


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here we go again. im counting and im whispering. im falling in love with nothing, over and over again.



im opening the door and im closing it. time will waste but it is my time to consume. the cold hasn't come yet.




where have i gone? where did i come from? lets make lists and lists of things that we'll find in undiscovered treasure chests.




milliseconds pass and the worm hole grows bigger. the more you blink the more you miss.




im still writing and im still finding where the black falls into the spaces from and i can't seem to find my way out. the more i lose the more i count.







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come closer and we'll find the bridge. come closer and ill tell you the secret. ilied. thereisnosecret.
my words are just mashed together to make a secret.



is it really a secret?




come closer.








the end.