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Who am I?
Why am I here?
Why am I alone?
Whenever I turn left or right, everything is the same.
Endless space spreads infinitely, with nothing more than pure white.
The identical surroundings made me even more nervous than I actually am.
I felt so out of place, but something in me told me that this is where I belong all along.
"But, I hate this.
I don't want to be here."
Silence greeted me harshly, and leave me alone.
I wondered why is it when I needed solitude they never leave my side, but when I needed answer the most they shushed and pushed me away?
I keep those questions floating all over my scared mind, as my vision slowly darkens.
I don't want to be alone.
-siesta-
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