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The room where she was brought was white.
But not for long.
As days passed by, a piece of her sanity fades.
Screams loud enough to be heard from the outside.
But not as loud as those in her head.
Telling her day by day, the end is coming.
Little did she know it wasn't the world's end but hers.
The walls eventually were no longer white.
Smeared with dirt, dust and blood.
But most of all, tears of a desperate heart.
These walls have heard the loudest of prayers.
The faintest of hopes.
The longest of pleas.
As they, like any other, have been tainted with the mind molded by demons.
Colors of anguish, sorrow, fear, remorse and desperation.
The tiniest purity left to hold on, slowly fades into muck.
Until there was nothing to hold on to,
To hold on for.
Nothing was left but the smell of death.
Reeking from the shadows.
Waiting to pounce at any moment.
The feel of it as it tickled the hairs on her arms.
Whispering, it's there. I'm here
As light slowly fades, she felt it coming.
Coming to her, her lifeless, soulless shell she calls a body.
She was ready to go.
Embracing her fate.
Then, all of a sudden, a blinding light came.
She had a choice.
A choice to stay, let the darkness consume her, or go to the light.
And she chose the latter.
She just wished she didn't.
The light never was freedom, but alas, an asylum.
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