This silence is killing me.
Sometimes a lack of sound is tranquil...
But as i lay here, moldering in my bed, I'd give anything to break the silence.
My greatest fear is my own mind.
I can't hide from my own thoughts.
This silence is deafening...
Filled with pain and obscure thoughts trying to consume me into a void of melancholy.
The silence continues...
and my thoughts begin to devour me.
I find myself in a completely different dimension.
When i stand up, it feels surreal that I've even moved.
I'm still in that goddamn bed...
I'm paralyzed by my own thoughts...
I could have been great. how did this happen?
What's wrong with me?
Why am i so afraid of love?
The most accurate conclusion I've come to is that all of the wretched circumstances I've encountered in my life have destroyed me.
Every time i reach for something, it vanishes like smoke before I can even touch it.
I try to be optimistic... but the silence nullifies my joy.
As soon as i think I'm out, I fall right back into this pit of hopelessness.
Something please break the silence...

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