Nothing
Nothing.
It has this control over me.
It is lost in the dense fog,
but manifests with a purpose.
To think that nothing could have
some much control over me
is absurd.
Perhaps, even more absurd,
is that this is the truth,
and the truth-
well that is the truth.
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