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Laughter was the only thing that made sense. How fitting considering that everything was a mess. Or so it seemed. She had never felt so empty and full at the same time. Everything made sense and it still did not make sense. She was a stranger in her own body yet she had never felt more at home. It was terrifying yet empowering. Things had fallen apart but in that moment they had never felt so put together. It was like chaos and stillness decided to take residence in her body. War and peace. It was new yet old. She tried to taste it, tried to see or hear it but all she could do was feel it. The abudance and the lack. She wondered what it was. It was hungry yet quite fulfilling. There were no words to describe it, no sound, colour, shape or texture. A fleeting feeling. It invoked all her senses and none at all. Art was the only word she could think of. It raised many questions in her mind. Questions she didn't have answers to. She yearned for more. In the midst of the tears, laughter bubbled in her stomach threatening to spill. How unfortunate. But she didnt care anymore. She heard a cackling sound she did not recognize. Turns out it was the sound of her laughter. It was freeing. She felt like she had been let out from captivity. Soon she was howling and rolling on the dust dying of laughter. Slowly, the sound simmered down to giggles.
She knew what she needed to do. She also knew she was being watched. She decided she couldn't give up. Her mind was made up and there was no changing it. There was no going back now. She didn't know where she would end up but she was willing to find out.

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