Limbo I am not here. I never have been. I don't exist. My being is transparent. My presence acknowledged. My heart, stilled from being alone. No one can see me. No one can hear me. No one can feel me. Limbo is agony. The eternal wait, no way out by dying or way of contact. I have been here for centuries, but I could reappear several seconds after my departure. I am alive, believe me. So why am I here? Floating and drifting amongst the infinite white. Do I have purpose? Do I have meaning? Am I of significance? The thing is #life is your limbo unless you brave that first step forwards.
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