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Locked in my cage, I stare at the emptiness; this very emptiness possesses my soul - we are one. The months pass, as do the years, yet as time progresses, it loses all relevance. I sit here trapped in a recurring nightmare, never to awaken. I feed on my own self-pity - I never hunger. I merely exist, captive in this asylum, biding my time; my sole gratification, inebriated isolation. The door to my cage is ajar, as is often the case, yet it's pointless to leave; each journey leads me back to this God-forsaken realm of suffering and despair. Long ago, I was free; I remember faces, smiling faces. A different me, in a different time - it was a time of fulfillment, of togetherness, of love. Then one day the fantasy ended, and I was here . . . but enough about the past; I must face my reality. Distant voices race through my head, as I stave off insanity. But this time, the voice is real. Unsure of its origin, I feel my soul is not as cold; my burden lighter. Though I smile, I soon shiver in frustration. Tears stream down my cheeks, as I cannot deny that the other voice is my own, as my rationality succumbs to my imagination. |