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By Vandalarius Submitted by vandalarius Date: 2001 Sep 15 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.15.02.02.20141]] |
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I scream, but nothing comes out, I fall to the ground and try to break out. Out of the hell, that I have created, but I am stuck. My hell is a room there are no walls, only mirrors. The floor is covered from head to toe, with sand. And I am in the corner, grasping for air. Dark, its so dark. But I can still see my reflection. I see my face and the salty tears coming from it. Tears of fear, the fear of being alone, all alone, so scared. All I can do is sit and wait. Wait for life to come back and find me. God, get me out, I cant take this anymore. Then I realize, this room, this hell, is me... |