The Plane of Mud
I've never felt worse. So much that I loved. So much that I counted on, hoped for. All gone. Everything is reduced. All is fallen. Broken. I am a butterfly dreaming I'm a man. I hope. I'm a butterfly dreaming I'm a man. There is no comfort in this place. The world has poured me out.
I'm empty.
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