Page 1, the world can be so small sometimes it can be darker then black.

my mind is slowly slipping from reality,

drifting in to the hollow darkness,

the sightlessness of the darkness is almost calming to my panicked mind,

the still of it calling out creating a world in my mind.

my world is fragile and has broken before,

my walls grow higher with every day,

and i trap myself to stop my world from war,

when war brakes out my walls begin to tremble.

i am surrounded by people who wish to harm me,

and care for me.

both side i feel pressure me yet i want let my walls down.

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