a million thoughts run through your head. most of them make no sense, they fly past as glimpses of colour. you grab at one as it flits past your eyes. a dream, something you once believed could be real. now, nothing is real. faces pass you, but they see through you. they see the cracks appearing in the mask. they see nothing, yet they see you. there is nothing left to see. |
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I see... [strokes stubble]
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