Sometimes I think of oblivion.
I mean, what is it really?
When you think about it, the human mind can't actually comprehend nothing.
Just try and picture nothing.
You can't.
You probably think of black or white, but that's still something.
Although Black maybe the absence of light, its the combination of all color.
White is the absence of color and all light.
It's poetic really.
So what really is oblivion?
Love, Edi.
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After Her (Sequel To Dear Bully, It's Me)
General FictionAfter Her is the long awaited sequel to Dear Bully, It's Me. In this sequel, the bully of our previously Anonymous writer, writes in her journal explaining everthing. Before you start this book, you must read my other book, Dear Bully, It's Me. Warn...
