I_Can_not_Die
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Kaleidoscope.
I am standing surrounded by brightly coloured pieces of glass.
Green, blue, orange.
Some of them are dotted with red, but I think that’s from the scars on my hands.
Kaleidoscope.
I shift slightly and the whole image changes.
But even so, it doesn’t make any more sense.
I search and search and search for answers in the abstract.
Kaleidoscope.
I need to move carefully not to reopen any wounds.
My skin should have become more callous by now.
Crack crack crack, my every footstep makes the patterns more complex.
Kaleidoscope.
I am standing surrounded by brightly coloured pieces of glass.
Green, blue, orange.
Some of them are dotted with red, but I think that’s from the scars on my hands.
Kaleidoscope.
I shift slightly and the whole image changes.
But even so, it doesn’t make any more sense.
I search and search and search for answers in the abstract.
Kaleidoscope.
I need to move carefully not to reopen any wounds.
My skin should have become more callous by now.
Crack crack crack, my every footstep makes the patterns more complex.
Kaleidoscope.