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My world was forcibly closed.
I struggled, but I sunk down below consciousness as if there were weights tied to my legs.
" "
I screamed something out, but the words held no shape.
The outline of my ego lost its shape, and I sunk down into the depths, like a sugar cube dissolving in water.
My ego tried to drag itself back out.
The continuity of myself being myself.
My consciousness melted and split apart.
I lost the hands with which to struggle.
I lost the arms with which to struggle.