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Where Are You?
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Ongoing, First published Jan 15, 2023
A soft breeze blows across your weak skin feeling lonely and helpless you hear a song from afar. This song is oddly familiar yet new to your ears as if you are in a state of nostalgia, maybe déjà vu. You let your mind be swept away by the song as you lie helplessly. You begin to get lost in this soft haunting melody. The more you lose your mind in the sorrowful serenade you start to feel disturbed, yet for some reason you find a sort of pleasure in the fear, a comfort, the song continues while you lay for hours surrendering your thoughts your soul your body to this disturbing looming feeling in your mind. You feel nothing but a cold breeze over your heart a dark shadow looming over your thoughts as if watching each and every dark and morbid feeling that may enter your tired brain. Out of no where a deep throbbing pain washes over your body as you feel the overwhelming urge to scream until your voice turns dry and your lungs collapse against the dark heart stopping cries of pure agony. This feeling doesn't stay long. You open your tired eyes to see a dark dystopian sight. A sight so dark and disturbing not even the most psychotic could ever try to handle. Yet to you this sight feels comforting if feels good in a way, but there's one issue...where are you?
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