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9. Losing Hope

I’m sitting on the edge, the edge of my mind,
screaming, roaring, tearing up inside.
Trapped in my own wicked madness,
what used to be a human is now even less.
Transformed to a breathing, but empty, shell,
lost in a black hole, caught as I deserted feel.
The numbness has taken over my body.
I fall, shortly remembering that I once was somebody.
I fell to no-man's land, never again to see sunlight,
with no soul, no joie de vivre, no escape in sight.
Blind, numb, deaf, silent screaming, but still fearless,
held down by the never-escaping darkness.

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