In each silent room I pass through, nothing changes my thoughts and experiences. Nothing means anything to me in places like these. Nothing seems to be part of life in these rooms. I'm trapped in these rooms with the silent paradox that leaves me without knowledge of who I really am or why I'm here. I wander from room to room, down endless hallways and they all lead to one destination. I can't shake the feeling I'm destined to fall and break. Maybe I'll make it to the final destination before everyone else. Maybe I will do it. Maybe.. But I know I still have to keep walking, even if my feet blister and bleed. I can't stop. I never can. I have to keep walking, endlessly into the dark abyss that lies before me. My final destination. The only destination. Death.
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My Inner Darkness
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