Program: Paint
Tool: Pencil
Bliss of sense lost within. The crazed void of a mindless entity. To run within the darkness until the end of days. Oh sorrow stretches over me. Like a plague I feel quite ill. Darkness is all I know. For sight is lost and hearing gone. I am stuck with the voice who smiles in my mind.
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