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I feel nothing.

Maybe I can give a faint smile or a gentle laugh, but it still doesn't satisfy my soul.

I tend to blank off in the middle of conversations, my mind going nowhere.

I can't really explain the emptiness I feel, especially when it's entangled with everything at the same time.

It's as in I'm sitting in an empty room, lacking of colour, with not even white noise.

And then it begins, the horrible pounding on every single side of the room, overwhelming my mind.

A cry will escape my lips but no one will hear. There is no door, no windows, no escape.

There's nothing I can do but wait until a sledgehammer breaks away at the walls of my imprisonmemt.

Sometimes it takes longer than others and I fall into a sense of false safety. The loud pounds have siezed, and instead are replaced with a light lullaby.

The gentle tune brings tranquility and persists for a gentle slumber. But as my eyes flutter closed, the thumping starts once more.