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Who knew nights could be so lonely and desolate, when the very thing you use to interact with the world, every object and its intricacies can be placed in this psychological trappedness while it stays in physical trappedness. It's perplexing and undoubtedly non-sensical that I sit here, in the very position I am, feeling this way, bleeding the words out like an exit wound. I bleed slowly yet profusely, and it leaves my conscious self behind while only truth seeps through my fingertips and protrudes its way into my words showing no signs of stopping. But do not worry, these are just minuscule ramblings created from temporary insanity.