Never thought it possible, but here I stand, at the brink of the world, staring out at nothingness. The things I've done, the things I dreamed and wished, are but a thing from the past. Like a ghost, not visible for the naked eye. Because nothingness can be so stunning, almost beautiful. Like you've traveled trough worlds and time. Not that time exist there. Nothing does. But nothingness are not possible, because you can't exist in nothingness. Turning back, to time, tones and the world. Back from the brink of nothing.
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