I apt to dwell in the dark and let the nightmare play as if I had no other choice but to scare myself and make a creepy ghost out of my existence.
I was shattered into pieces and turned into dust til my being is no longer visible and my essence gone.
I felt alone in a middle of the crowd.
And if closing one's eyes is a way that could prevent from sinking to abyss of melancholy then I would close mine.
Yet I learned that the more I face the world blindly, the darker my world becomes , and the greater my chances of falling apart into pieces.
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