There, my unborn self sits, quivering in agony. I was there before anything on that other realm of existence, which I couldn’t seem to snap to. I am lost and alone, scraping on the figurative, imprisoning brick walls of infinity to change that. What so-called [billionth year?] is it in the universe? Is there still time left?
Everything is going in circles ad infinitum. There is no answer… But there HAS to be!
I speak in words.
-theothersid3
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