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I have that feeling of abandon again. That dark hole deep within. Withering away any warmth I seek and making the world turn grey. Things dull in mind and body. I feel like an atomiton. Why do I keep moving, because it is what is expected of me. How much longer will the mascarade last, before the curtian falls. Do I really need both arms, they seem to get in the way as well.



I am just a little toe, useless, pitiful, small and expendable, and always in the way, always getting hurt ... a wet news paper.