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Everything is rolling downhill. Day by day I find myself more lost. My identity has been a fading shadow as the bright lights of modern society surround me, making it impossible to understand who I am anymore. Even though the lights are so bright, pitch-black engulfs my vision. Everything is crippling and I am at the forefront. It’s easier this way. I have stumbled in the woods, without a compass. This area seems to be uncharted. I’m alone and the night has lasted months; I seem to be losing my humanity. By the end of the night Ill embrace such a thing as I sever connections with everything I had once held dear. There’s no sign of life for miles and with every little step I hear the breaking sound of what used to be life as leaves disintegrate beneath my feet. I came here to get lost but I am constantly searching for a way out. I am quickly getting too tired to continue on. I feel like I am going to die here, it makes me wonder if thats not why I am here in the first place. Is it not my own cruel fate that has put me so far away from reality, so I can leave this dimming world behind, so I can finally go out thinking death is more perfect than life. Ignorance is bliss, but it will surely be the death of me. While I have hope that the sun comes up soon, I’m afraid I won’t know who I am anymore when I look at my reflection in the murky water of my past. I ask on to you, I scream out to anyone close enough to hear me, except my apologies, I wasn’t meant for this place anyways, but Ill I hear is the echoing of a ghostly voice, laughing. As I try to figure out where the laughter hails from it seems to have no direction at all.