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Hell.

I feel as though

I am writhing

In a pit of despair.

I look around-

Everything

Is an illusion.

The walls are closing

In around me,

Yet they never

Wholly swallow me.

They stay close enough

To torture me,

But far enough

To keep me alive.

I’m alive,

But I’m not living.

I’m barely breathing,

Slipping in

And out

Of consciousness.

Most of the time

I can’t tell

The difference

Between ‘real life’

And the twisted

Delusions from

My subconscious.

I seem to be living

In hell.

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