The eerie silence is scary yet glorifying.
The sounds of the cricket is insanely comforting.
The small speck of light is hopeful yet deadly.
The adrenaline stricken heart is annoyingly accelerating.
The constant deep breathes reliving yet suffocating.
The awareness of my existance and the reaaon why I'm dead inside is... lonesome.
I'm ISOLATED from the world,
and nobody bothers to care for me.
--iPO
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