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So many hints, so many signs - and all of them mean nothing. My mind no longer believes any of my stories.

"What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here."

I belong nowhere. Unfortunately that I know for sure.

"The darkest hour is just before the dawn." Well, today is pitch-black but there will be no dawn. "The dawn" is just another story.

"Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies..."