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"This.."

" this thing.. "

"in everyone's mind.."

"Can we look into them..?"

"Can we see what they see?"

"Possible.. But unnessisary.."

"This.."

"The thing that keeps us alive.."

"The thing we feel with. This ball of blood, and tissue; This.. Why though.."

"Why does it have to hurt?"

"Why does it have to break.. and scream aloud for vengence."




"Why, I ask.. How.. is more of what Im aming at."

"Nerve cells connected to the brain which senses new things with our eyes, mouth, hands, nose, and ears. The very senses which can drive us mad.."

"With anger.. Jelously.. and many other things of which an annoucance.."

"Hm.. I think of what I am now.."

"Can anyone see what I'm doing? What I'm hearing? What I'm saying?.. "

"Can anyone crawl into my endless mind.. It's possible.. But unnessisary."

"If only, if only.. They could feel the things I feel.."

"The things I've seen.. Endless.."

"The pain in this ball of blood is in.. How it broke.. How it's lifeless; even now.. Used.. and Disposed of.. This ball of blood.. But.. Why? Why this.."