what's the story behind the story? my world becomes smaller with each day that falls away. reading books, looking at pictures, listening to music and none of it really sticking, staying, colouring me rainbow. i am alone and yet i am not. i am lonely and yet i am not. i am hope. i am despair. picture this...open ground, falling away, the edge of a cliff that is everything, nothing...will i keep running? am i even running?
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