December 30, 1971 8:30 a.m.
Blank. Empty. That's how I feel. No thoughts come to my head. Faint memories disappear, I know nothing anymore. Piano notes fade away forever, not strong enough to bring me back. No one is here, except fading footsteps. I don't move anywhere. I'm stuck out in space, with nothing. I can't perceive anything beyond this dried up stream of my mind. Color fades to gray, giving no inspiration of going on. I slip into this familiar plague of nothing, all past pain is forgotten. No one attempts to help me. All things and senses drift away like early morning mist. I don't see anything beyond a curtain of gray. I am nothing. Nothing will make me go on. No hope can get me out of here. I don't care if anyone tries, they won't succeed. I'm where no one can hurt me, and where I can't hurt anyone anymore.
-Esther Kennedy
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Nothing Left
Teen FictionBlank. Empty. That's how I feel. No thoughts come to my head. Faint memories disappear, I know nothing anymore. Piano notes fade away forever, not strong enough to bring me back. No one is here, except fading footsteps. I don't move anywhere. I'm st...
