I have let myself go. Into the darkest recesses of my mind. A thin veil held me from there before. The veil's torn now. I don't know if it will ever be repaired. I enjoy this darkness. I wallow in it. Somedays, I want to see the light, but I let myself be pulled back so easily. I think I'm going to die in here. Isolated and unloved.
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