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Whatever happened to papercuts? When it really wouldn't hurt at all. Not really.
Now, now, it's like an empty hole that can never be filled. And it
doesn't hurt, not like a real hurt. Not pain, just... not there. Like I
were missing a leg... and it itches. But it's not there, so I can't.
And it's a hole that never had a filling, it's a hole that has always
been there. But, now, now, I feel it, I feel something inside it,
inside the bottomless pitt we call me.