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I love shitposting here. It's like the spam thread, but wayyyyyyy better.
You panic and
fall.
Cold. Barren. Useless.
The giving tree withered and rotten.
Was it not said to not bite the hand that feeds.
Frozen. Empty. Idle.
The lake reflects a disfigured reflection.
You think, therefore you are. And you are all that remains.
Dark. Unending. Unreachable.
The hole engulfs all light.