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In a crowded room, few stand out. i yearn for something more staring out into the darkness.. or an abyss of sorts, i struggle to escape in this world of disease and mundanity. i have a pen, a paper, to put it into furious activiy is my urge, but my thoughts are more than just a phantasmagory of words in my head, they are inexplicable hazard and chaos.. they are thoughts.. trapped inside my mind.