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The mind knows no limits.


The human mind can come up with so many things. 

It doesn’t matter if it makes sense or not, as long as it brings out some sort of reaction. 

Something like subliminal or liminal places. 

You can’t exactly pinpoint it, but there's just something off about these places. 

The first thing that comes to mind could be fear, uncomfortableness, eerie sense, or anything that sets a person off. 

Why can a mere image be a trigger? 

 

The mind knows no limits.

 
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