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The shadowless shadow
The grey exterior hardens into a mold not easily cracked in the shadow land where no shadows are seen but only heard like a distant howling. Here the cries of shame are only muffled by the cries of periodic pain.The grey Continuum hides the anguish until it turns into a fire-storm of rage without a target or goal (aimlessly lashing out in it's chaotic daring).Wounds don't seem to heal anymore but harden or fester .This place of mourning reeks of reality but is as far away as a dream. The highest peak and lowest valley all burn. Everything is fuel to my fire.
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