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Blank Stares

Blank stares. Nothing. Growling. Blank stares which seem endless. Just comfortable enough. Then prodding feelings. It’s not good. This town. Is just a blank note. There are many types of depression. The “I’m not real” type. This town isn’t real. Along with me. Vanishing. What type do I have… …Whoosh….

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