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Where am I?
I just woke up in a strange place.
It's empty and full at the same time...
It's only a black void...
Or is it white?
I can't remember what this color is called..
Does It really matter?
No... I just need to get home.
It's been a while.
I can't tell the time in this place.
I found this paper and multiple crayons? What were they doing here?
All I know is that I can't find an exit...
The silence seems louder than my screams...
I am stuck in the Void.
I found paint today, I trew it all over the place at first but it didn't seem to run out, I started painting everywhere.
I made a small box out stuff I found in the Void, it makes a weirdly comforting sound...
It feels right..
I am making a beat out of my worries in my beautiful mess of thoughts.
Everyday, I have a new idea, I like it here, in my rainbow mess, listening to my symphony of thoughs..
Everyday the Void has something new..
And now I realise that I don't need to search an exit.
I don't need to go back 'home'
Because home isn't a house with family, home is where we feel safe...
The Void is my beautiful Home.