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"He didn't know why; why the moments felt so empty, so devoid, of anything remotely actual. He didn't know when the last time was he felt the colors of life, or believe that colors could even exist in that capacity. Everything was beige; everything is beige. What is the escape? What is the solution to a problem that doesn't even feel real? There were no answers; there are no answers. And that was the hardest part of all."