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Slung upon his shoulder, filled with the only contents he had left, the backpack weighed upon him with terrific force, as though all the struggles of his life were forcing him farther into the mud.
When geometry was all I cared about in life, I feared that I may slip into a nightmare of shapeless sights. Where perfect boundaries and corners are nonexistent and I am forced to wander my formless world in hopes of finding something concrete and secure.