It seems the madness has truly intertwined with my soul.
My face is no longer my own.
My persona is out in full force.
Each day I question my own reason for being.
My own reason for living.

My mind is a maze I can no longer traverse alone.
I often get lost in those grand hallways of my cruel imagination,
and I fear that soon I may get led astray and never find my way back.

What is this feeling?

This painful longing.

This imposing dread.

This endless terror.

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I am afraid.

So very afraid.

I do not know what to do.

Sometimes I feel as if I am not even human.

I cry, but no tears fall from my face.

I weep, but no sound leaves my mouth.

What is this feeling?

What have I become, but a walking carcass where a man once was.

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