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**[Warning: Depiction of Decay/Suicide]** _Writing, Community, Depression._ A woman rotting away from the inside out. Her eyes hold only the emptiness of a future lost to the past. You have absolutely no reason to help me. It's better to just leave me be. After all, the world keeps turning just fine even if one person disappears. In a world too busy looking out for itself, where time is scarce even for seeing only good things and doing only joyful things, who would pay attention to something depressing and unpleasant? “Isn't that right?” [↳ENTER]
“Isn't this what libraries are for?” Some strange creature, human or cat, I can't tell. Listening to music, writing, looking for books—just doing all sorts of other things. Can we even have a conversation? No, do you even want to talk?