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Nothingness, just shambles of a shadowy figure. feeling through me hollow as dark shackles, binding me to this place. Looking through the rust covered bars, feeling empty and alone. this place isn't a home, it's a prison of desperation and internal struggles. confusion creates a since of feeling. cold creates a sensory perception of being alive. but reality is darker than that. no feeling, no matter, is alive anymore.

calling to me through the echoey hallway, a figure stands bright and tall, a feeling of hope. the words calm the burning sense of being alone. " don't fret precious i'm here. " walking to me and lowering, holding my head with utmost care. the feeling of death leaks away, the feeling of want replaced with the feeling of care.

...This is love after loss...