"You seem...conflicted. You're not sure what to feel, like you have a whirlpool of emotions swirling around in your head. You're a little stressed, which isn't good since you're young. Ummm you hold secrets that you're afraid of telling. You think they might think you're insane...or something.
You wear a half baked mask."

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Locked in a cage submerged in water,
An anchor, weighing me down.
No escape.
A glimmering light, shining in front of me
Wait, there's more. And they're freeing me...
Reaching out to me, accepting me, embracing me.
And I've never felt so good.
But then they're gone, and I've never felt so alone.
Was this my fault?
It was, wasn't it?
Oh, well.
All good things come to an end, right?