...

I don't know what this is. I can't call it a story excerpt, because it doesn't have any of the appeal of a story. I can't call this a piece of writing, because number one, I am fed up with that term, and number two, it doesn't sound like one. Not an essay, not an assignment; but here you go, the words of "..."

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Blank.

Just blank.

It swiveled round in my head, taking away my thoughts.

Blankness.

Past bits of jumbled-up memories piece together.

Did Alice run on a giant pizza on National Doughnut Day?

Or was it a giant parking lot?

I don't know.

I'm blank.

If you asked me what my name was, I'd say Blank. Or Empty.

I don't even have any color in my thoughts. Not even black and white.

Just emptiness.

I don't know what to say. Or do.

It's no use trying to recall memories. They're gone.

I don't have the ability to wonder.

Wonder if pizza and pepperoni go together or if doughnuts and spinach go together.

I told you, I'm not wondering about that.

I can't.

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Here is the little poem-thingy. Just me typing away.

Cya.