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It feels scary and unwelcoming I haven't been here in so long do I dare to face the blankness? I am staring at it, so feverishly do I still have what I don't know if I ever had? where was I? did I run away or detach? I couldn't run away I couldn't hide not because she won't let me hide but there are spots and little corners where I can hide made by her so everywhere I go, is just another passageway It's a blank paper's maze It's a blank paper's world