Day after day, night after night. Lost in the elegant madness. Not wanting to stop, not wanting to go. Stuck in a whirlwind of confusion after confusion. Enveloped by the indifference of the world towards her existence, not even the dust illuminated by sunlight recognizes her heaving. Does she falter when she’s already fallen? Does she grieve when her eyes have already drowned?
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