I sit in a place where walls do not exist. Where my arms droop into the expanding nothingness of a divide which draw me further into. A prison whose bars are not of a physical construct. Whose restraints run deeper than the soul. Where there are no masks, only numbers inside my head. I have no face, only numbers. Time is expanding and I am running out of it. I'm so terrified but I am so ready, I can feel my mind hurting. I can feel my heart slowing down as it stops. I sit in a place where walls do not exist. Here I am free to be exiled. Where the sad ones cannot exist and I cannot exist.
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