What imperative do I follow when emotions have fled my body? What inner voice do I seek when the mind has fallen silent? What truth do I hold to tightly, when reality has fallen in the face of terrifying waking dreams? I ask you this, dear reader, that I might find new moorings for my capsized vessel at the bottom of a boundless ocean of apathy.
End of the Line. Last Stop: Nowhere
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