There is no floor.
There is no logic.
No life to live.
It's all deleted.
Reality isn't real.
And what seems real, simply isn't.
This game.
This game of life is broken and glitched.
Broken like me.
Glitched like the nonexistent reality of our lives.
It's all gone.
Gone like what I once called a Will To Live.
It's gone.
So are they.
Deleted.
Like the rest.