Your eyes would hurt to open
Even under the brightest day
But eventually, your lids would crease out
You would feel the reality outshining your dreadful dreams

Your hands would get numb
You would not feel the touch among all those feelings which made you feel nothing
And as you will lay your hand on the souvenir
Your closed fist would give you the power you need

Your legs would get paralysed
And you would stumble down the stairs
Crawling and stooping would not help
You would still try to drag yourself lying on the floor
But you will move on

Your heart would skip a beat every time those thoughts would pass by
Heart aches would drain everything from yourself and will leave you with a new you

One day your mind will finally decide
It won’t make you suffer anymore
It won’t let you drown in your own self conflicted abyss
It won’t let people take away the sanity you have
It won’t allow the world to play with your vulnerability

And the order was sent already
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