Sleeping. Not dreaming,
Just wasting away.
How it hurts to be wide awake.
Cold running up on your back 'till it finally reaches the neck.
The length of a moment now feels like a lifetime in hell.
Staring at a big screen reading your own thoughts that you can't keep in your own head.
And you're reading someone elses thoughts too.
And you notice something.
The main character is the same... yeah, it's not you.
It swallowed you whole and you didn't even notice it.
Cold sweat is running down from the neck to your back.
(Sitting there for hours.)
What did I want from life?!
What hopes I have?!
Could death give me back my freedom? Probably.
So if you want to threaten me, threaten me with life.
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