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Dim
It's tearing me up inside,
My existence is minimum,
Cold as hell and slightly damp,
Panicked flashbacks of darkness,
Of fear, of loneliness and pain,
I'm not in possession of my mind,
A freak of nature without love,
Lost and alone with constant reminders,
Unloved and uncared for,
Cold, dim and isolated by loneiness,
Am I forgotten by all?
Will I ever be free from my memories?
Each passing minute seems an eternity.
