I shiver, trying to keep the last slithering swirls of my sanity in place. Everything recoils from me; and I turn into a room that only has funhouse mirrors in it. Distorted perceptions, deception.
I find a soft and blissful comfort in my purposeful ignorance. I can bear solitude. He cannot.
I find a soft and blissful comfort in my purposeful ignorance. I can bear solitude. He cannot.

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