An Unpleasant Home
I'm in a room.
A room very dark.
A room with no one else present.
"Hello?" I scream.
But all I hear is the cho of my terrified voice.
I scramble.
Panic!
I have to get out!
I can't be stuck here forever!
Why isn't anyone helping me?
Do they know I'm gone?
I feel afraid.
No, much more than that.
I feel jaded.
I feel like death.
I feel hatred towards myself and I start to cry.
And then I realize that I'm not trapped in a room...
I'm trapped in myself.
[mandie•marie]
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