I was hang on the
I was hang on the last thread of my life. I was getting ready to leave because I wanted to go away. I jumped off the edge. All was dark. Just a blank space. Nothingness. It was just a long fall to nowhere. All that was left of me were the dark shadows I used to be. They lurked in the dark, making sure they were unseen. I got up and I went numb. I no longer felt anything. I no longer cared. I distanced myself from eveyone and everything. I no longer cared to be aroung anyone. I wouldn'y apologise for the monster I have become. Why should I? No one has ever apologized for making me this way. I learned to stay hidden and out of the way. I learned to stay in the dark shadows of my past life. I'm no longer here. I'm no longer alive.
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