i swear on my name

a blanket of sheer monotony presses down on me, a suffocating silence upon all of my senses. I am so extremely unstimulated by anything that i find my rational boundaries slipping and dissolving. i am but a ghost of what was; what could have been. a fading image of myself, an old photograph spotted with age, my face becoming slowly obscured as i slip from reality. maybe you can break this spell?

i hope so...

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