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i'm scared of emails...
the sound of the phone makes my blood turn cold...
the highway that stretches ahead of me is dark...
there is only room for one in my bubble...(and that's how i like it)
no one hears me... and i can't understand those around me...
the light hurts me... but the darkness offers me no comfort... i don't know who to trust...
it looms above me... hovers huge and relentless... i can't breathe... my lungs constrict... and i am blind...
the more i hold on, the weaker i get and there is no release...
LIMBO...it trips me...
i fall and bruise... i cut myself and bleed... and i am empty...
i've left my mark around the world... and i am drained...
i am fake... and no one can see through my facade...
the vacant cavity in my chest, where my heart once was remains dark and hollow...
filled with hate and mistrust and blackness...
i pretend to feel... but remain empty...