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The darkness
All I see is black,
For I cannot go back.
There is nothing to see,
not even a key.
I can see people,
Now I feel like an eagle.
I go to talk to them,
but I feel condemned.
I go to touch them but i just phase through,
my whole body has gone blue.
I do not understand,
this hurting black land.
My body feels like it is burning,
like a sea that has been churning.
The people wear clothes from my past,
I start to think will I even last.
I feel as if I am at the brink
to where I might go extinct.
That I keep thinking that I will die
with the pain and agony inside
Why do those people look like they are from my past experience,
as soon as I go to see them they vanish in an instance.
This place feels like a fluke,
I feel like i am going to puke.
I can’t stop thinking,
about this ringing.
This ringing bears,
the hurting in my ears.
So now I start to freak out,
then I start to pout.
Everything has gone hazy,
I can swear I am going crazy.
For I turn around and look behind,
I find out this desolate place is in fact my own mind.
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Whilst is the middle of depression one can see all of his/her history