Truly, I wonder deeply.
What concerning you this piece should tell?
I itch to tell a story.
But I'm afraid I cannot foretell the response it might elicit.
So, forgive me if it is one of sadness.

It was only a few hours before you became a bundle of Joy in warm blankets under the scrutiny of peering eyes.

This is where it shall begin; your story;
A story that almost never became yours
until a few hours later.
And so, without further ado,
I shall begin this story from before:


"INFINITE NOTHINGNESS."

This is how I know to describe your state as a nonentity. It is also an interpretation
of the above display of excess White Space which pales in comparison to the endlessness of what you once were. "INFINITE NOTHINGNESS."

You knew not Joy nor deep sadness.
You knew not love nor hatred.
You knew not the intricacies of the human existence.

Your chance at an eternity of stillness was taken away from you on this very day.
And since that moment of realization, you have pondered day after day, night after night, the same question Alaska Young pondered upon:

HOW DO I ESCAPE
THIS LABYRINTH OF SUFFERING?

You don't until you don't.
Enjoy the ride until the rusty wheels come off.

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