The yellow tint, the blank staring covered faces looking into my eyes. The sedative triggers my muscle memory, numb from years of permanent goodbyes. Never to regenerate, the nerves that were severed. Nothing lasts forever. This feeling of nothing lasts forever. I was 15 years old when I realised I was completely insane. It took me till roughly 10 years later to realise that we're all the same. Our prayers will never be answered inside the staving. Nobody is coming to save us because we all need saving. The beat of the drum, calling me. The gates of hell, haunting me. I give up.
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