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"So what are you going to do?"
I don't know really I hadn't given it much thought.
"What. Are. You. Going. To. Do.?"
I don't know..


I stare blankly into the light on the ceiling above. If I stare into it long enough maybe I'll dissolve into nothing. Maybe the tingling in the back of my eyes means they will melt out of my head.
The longer I stare the more I see. I see dancing orbs of light like flicks of a soul.
I see the walls spin and the light grow dim.
After blinking slowly I find myself wondering if the light has always been so goddamn bright.





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