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Trapped in place between what is real and what is merely a dream, shoved into a space no larger then a shadow..'s thickness. The world surrouning has been twisted and ******** into a blurry blend of grey and circuitry. Whispers of truth bear light on the lies of exsistence, blurring the line of reality. What is reality? Is it the here and now or is it merely how you see your self and the things around. Caught up by the fact of lies and hidden meanings of all the voices, or is this just my split little head gasping for air. The minds eye reeling and focused, spiraling down into an eternal abyss of despair and enlightenment. Asuradly confused and lost heading south. What makes up this entity is uncertain, a walking contridiction, pleasantly in agony, pychotical sane. Thrown into a mind of complete confusion of understanding. My head ringing with the whipers of truth screaming nothing but lies Evacuation a neccisity...............................................................................................................this soul will self-destruct in 10.. 9.. 8... 7.... 6... 5