Blank walls, blank stares, blank faces.
Blank hearts.
This world of white is nothing.
People wander around endlessly, trying to find some meaning in the sea of numb.
But nobody can change in here, even if they want to.
Maybe that was the problem. Maybe they didn't want it hard enough.
So they wander on.
They were the people who refused to feel.
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