It's dark in here. 



Everything feels irrelevant. As though it were too much effort to make me care. Every day slips by slowly, and then I look back and two weeks have flown by. Where did the time go? How have I spent all this time in limbo? Not caring. Not living. Just existing. 

It's lonely in here. 

And it gets more lonely, whenever I think about you. 

The End

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