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I fell to my knees in pure shock. I'm alone again, he's gone. I felt my whole body shake as I felt tears in my eyes. I looked down at my hands and stared at them momentarily. I haven't felt strong emotions like this for ages. I felt my hands shake, and my breathing started to grow heavy before I knew it my face was buried in my hands and I began to cry hysterically. At that moment all the emotions I had kept inside for weeks upon months had all been coming back to me, I had never felt so full of emotion for months. This whole time I have just been scared and felt empty like I had no purpose but to wander these endless halls until my demise.

I eventually started to calm down and wiped away the tears from my eyes. I sighed loudly and stood back up, still feeling shaky. I looked down at my backpack and picked it up throwing it on my back. And then just started walking like nothing happened.

It's been a couple of hours now and I'm starting to realise how awfully quiet it is alone. Sure there is the buzzing of old withered lights above you at all times but other than that it feels lonely it reminds me of the first time I got here and the second time when I got trapped here. At the end of the first time, there were screams of younger explorers being fucking ripped apart but it still felt empty no matter what. This place does mess with your head, no matter the amount of sound or people it gives you a deep sense of loneliness Deep down the sounds and people are just a distraction from that, a way to make you feel better. Only now do I feel myself reflecting on my past or at least what I remember of it...

My mother was one of the best people I met but the great time I spent with her was cut short by her catching a sickness, I remember seeing her bedridden as she rotted away from this horrible sickness she had contracted. I remember my father, he was a very busy man and never paid much attention to me or maybe the part about him being busy was to give him an excuse to not do anything with me, often at times he would just sit around. I was forced to grow up very quickly and I think it must have messed me up I never really had a childhood. People viewed me as being very different, I was very quiet, I got excited quickly, I had different views, and I never got much love...

I just feel empty, I had someone nice to me, and we had a rough start but they were like me we are both "weird" as some may say. But I probably just should ignore it, life doesn't exactly have much to it, you're born, you grow up, and your parents slowly push you to grow up, some may use force and some are patient, you know how to take care of yourself by teenhood, you continue life until your an adult or some are unlucky, you either die early or slowly wither away as days become longer and your ability to do certain things disappear slowly and it's all a fact we have to deal with...

I start to get feelings I haven't gotten in months, the thought of most lives being the same sort of makes me feel suicidal in a way. Fuck I thought I was done with this for months, but it's decided to come back. I start to feel my mind go blank as I continue to walk. I just want to go back in time and get my childhood back or at least experience some of it again...

I stop walking for a second and look down at my hands, I feel empty, emotionless, nothing.

Why...

No matter what I suddenly feel no emotion, no happiness, no anger, no nothing. I just feel like my soul is hollow, with no emotion inside it. Who am I? What am I anymore? I can't remember my name, most of my past, my identity. After a couple of minutes a singular tear rolls down my cheek, it could be a sign that I'm not just empty I'm experiencing one emotion finally, but it's not one of the best ones to have.

I brought my hand slowly over to my face as I gently wiped away the tear. I pull it back down before looking at my arms. I could try something I haven't done in a little while to prove that I'm not just a hollow soul. I rolled up my sleeve, this might hurt a bit...

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