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| Often times it is only in facing the furthest corners where we confront all that lies unknown and jagged amidst the infinite space of blackened rooms. Staring into our darker selves long enough in hopes of fleetingly seeing the whites of eyes or the starkness of bare skin against everything and humanity and inhumanity and nothing.
I exist amidst the domination of a fervent mind tethered to a chaotic melding of theatrical imaginings, undeniable, inherent desires and insidious creativity. All whispering softly to me like an old record humming and crackling from behind a locked door that you are told you are never allowed to open.
I have signed up here to explore further those things that call me, from beyond me and within me.
I am not here by my own choice.
You are not here by your own choice.
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