Hello Nobody

I wonder if anyone reads this, or am I just shouting into a void?

If so, does this void consume my words like that of a animal, or does it process them?

What does it think of me?

...

I guess at the end of the day it doesn't matter.

My heart is a beast, and my dreams are its prey.

If the prey wishes to jump down the rabbit hole then I guess I have no choice but to fall down this hole with them.

For my beast is so hungry.

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