Everything begins from a void. Empty. Concave. Silent. Hollow. Unvoiced. Then begins the phase of half acknowledgment and half repression. Denials that come as easy as pain and force their way through, jolting the mind from its sedation. You were nothing. No shape, no voice, no smile — you didn't exist. And now you're there, in involuntary thoughts and bits of memories that surface from time to time.
I understand less.
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