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.̵̡̨̙̂́̉.̶̠̘̇͗͒ͅ.̶̫̅̉̅.̷̯̿̒.̸̛̣̅̈́.̸̡̟͔̑.̷̗̠͚̾̔.̶̛̰̑͆.̴͕̮̓ͅ.̷̼̐̄.̸̨̧͌̈́.̶̞̈́̍,̵̪͑̚,̸̡̲̙̏̍,̸̜̮̖͐̕,̷
i am nothing, and i have always been nothing. my raw hot-to-the-touch heart tells me i have either seen the creation of the earth or i was born with brand new eyes. there is no in-between. have i always been this nothing? was i never the faint, intangible shape of a person that filled up the empty space? the barely-there figure of something that you could almost make out if you squinted your eyes and turned your head just right? was i nothing, or was i everything— a mass of dark matter doomed to overtake all it came in contact with, leaving only a void in its wake. something all will miss but none will realise is gone. i was loved, but was i ever known?
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