limboThere's a subconscious relief in the growing familiarity of the starkness, like living in a house with white-washed walls.But even so, the pulsating stench is an unwelcome reminder, intoxicating the mind on a surge and then everything is vivid again.Continue with your task; remain detached or the funk will stain your nostrils, the distinctness of the image before you will be unceremonious, and your heart will break all over again.The salvation is that the image does not last long before it is clouded by palpitating orbs of colour; like looking through condensation on glass. The drumming in your ears drowns out all cohere
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