My personal limbo, Tommy; was a train platform. No matter where I went or looked, just concrete walls all around and a tube, with a track, running straight along. You could craw at the walls- you could scream- you could scream until your lungs were sore. And nothing ever came. Nothing ever helps you. In which we provide our own limbos for your personal angst needs. You matter. You are wanted, needed and loved here. <3
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