It starts. that feeling of despair.
Lost?
No... But cannot be found
A vanishing act. That peace of mind-
Shattered to a million voices.
Voices that elude you,
Elude your sanity.
You break. You melt.
The heat of the insanity- chars.
You begin to blur. Who am I?
A distant memory?
A continuing illusion?
A marble. Rolled along the sand of an hourglass.
Stuck. Time... Ceases.
Your brain feeds away at your solitude.
Alone... But with so many around you.
Alone... and the isolation broils.
I... Am a waste of your time.
You. Cultivate my thoughts.
H.Mal
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