It just gives me a much deeper undaunted paranoia that kept my head from whirring. My pensive thoughts refuse to be stopped so I succumb and drown, realizing how I’m truly physically alone. I am so hungry for anything that could bring back a spark. I seek for a physical touch, a hug perhaps, that would give out the warmth I couldn’t recognize. I need to listen again to voice that could encapsulate me and keep me amused. I realize how I’ve become a slave of anything sweet like a chocolate drink and how it seems to temporarily mend the failing cracks from the edges of my mind.
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