I hope somewhere in this empty universe, something capable of turning me inside-out will become apparent to me. Something that has clawed its way deeper and deeper into a protective cavern. But, unless I dig deeper—scratch harder—and scrape with every shred of my energy, I will fail to reach it. My strength, though, has evaporated. At least for now.
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