I scream at nothing,
My echo answers laughing.
I'm full of emptyness,
Guided by my own blindness.
My world is dark and cold,
A place only found in stories told.
There are no colorful rainbows,
Only freezing cold with black snow.
I am lost within my own mind,
All memories of my old self left behind.
My voice calls out my name,
And tells me I will never be the same.
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