It Was The Reality Dark objects hovered around my body; their non-existent eyes piercing into my pupils, blocking out every possible streaks of light, sending the pinpricks of needles down my crooked spine. My hands searched for something to grip onto, but there was nothing but dead space for which we call air. The aching continued to cling onto my black and blue frame, making me feel like I was only layers of skin trying to stop the flames from escaping to burn the whole place down. When I was brought into this site I thought this was wonderland, but I was wrong. It was the reality.
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