The darkness is everywhere. But that's not my darkness. This darkness is tought. This darkness hurts. Everything around me scares me. I cannot open the door. It's locked. Forever. There is no way out. There is no way in. This is real hell. This is not my darkness. I'm alone, not lonely. I'm sitting at the of a dark room. I don't rememebr sleeping, and I don't remember waking up. I'm no longer living, I'm surviving, not even existing.
I'm so deep in this darkness and I can't get out. I cannot open the door. But this is not my darkness. This is someone else's. And in it....I'm drowning.
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