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A hideout...

My own little world.

Never too big.

Never too small.

So engaged in life.

Yet so entranced by death.

Wandering is my soul in this isolated place.

Looking for freedom.

Searching for another.

Beginning to resent those I love,

And desiring those I hate.

In this dark, cold world that I call my own,

I feel the suffering and the pain of others.

My mind is so weak here.

But physically, I am still strong.

Don't know how to leave.

Or where to go.

Forced to feel what I refuse.

Destined to live with those who are never around.