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Like a cloud eclipsing the sun, I feel myself fade into the slums of this shell. A few steps back from the caverns that were once my eyes, A gut-wrenching, heart-twisting feeling emerges. When did I become someone else? When did my sense of self become so convoluted? I feel the me beneath the waves scream. A muffled cry. Silence. I force my way forward, but feel nothing. The robotic phantom that assumes my nature yields nothing. The air separating the two is so dense it’s suffocating. Every moment I forget myself more and more… I can feel the former me grasping his chest, Screaming for freedom to simply be. The emotions of others swell within him like a storm that cannot be quelled. His torment and frustration ******* him. He’s crying alone, A step away from the panes of reality. I try to instill a sense of calm with words of warmth, But nothing can reach him. The me who used to feel and want and dream… Has slumped into a chasm from which he can never be retrieved. When did I forget what it meant to simply exist? I whisper into the void, Hoping that something can be salvaged. He lifts his head for but a moment. The cruel reality of being consumed.
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 11:42 PM UTC
The Fading You
Like a cloud eclipsing the sun, I feel myself fade into the slums of this shell. A few steps back from the caverns that were once my eyes, A gut-wrenching, heart-twisting feeling emerges. When did I become someone else? When did my sense of self become so convoluted? I feel the me beneath the waves scream. A muffled cry. Silence. I force my way forward, but feel nothing. The robotic phantom that assumes my nature yields nothing. The air separating the two is so dense it’s suffocating. Every moment I forget myself more and more… I can feel the former me grasping his chest, Screaming for freedom to simply be. The emotions of others swell within him like a storm that cannot be quelled. His torment and frustration ******* him. He’s crying alone, A step away from the panes of reality. I try to instill a sense of calm with words of warmth, But nothing can reach him. The me who used to feel and want and dream… Has slumped into a chasm from which he can never be retrieved. When did I forget what it meant to simply exist? I whisper into the void, Hoping that something can be salvaged. He lifts his head for but a moment. The cruel reality of being consumed.
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Xeydnys
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 11:42 PM UTC
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