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Sitting here blind, deaf, and mute but it has no significance. I'm close to being in an atmosphere of my own. Nothing is existing but me. The rest of the race is extinct. What's going on? My fingers are moving a million miles a second. I'm slowly coming up with the words to type but have so much on my mind I can't even stop to think about everything I'm thinking about. A reply could kill somebody or should i say, not receiving a reply could kill somebody. A reply to anything from anyone. Giving words to another and not receiving some back. Painful. Why do people leave other's in the dark. The dark is not a good place. Whoever told you that was wrong. Fingers are turning cold. Body covered in goosebumps. Stomache clenched tightly. Trying to hold emotions inside of you is so tiring and requires so much strength. Got the shakes. My body can only conquer so much. Toes frozen. Looks like my heart is just rejectful. Not caring would be my best bet. The only thing that's here for me like always is this keyboard and my blanket. What better of a dependent. Always there; for my tears and cold nights, or to hide me when I can't handle the sight of the outside world. It's been nine months and I don't want it to end here. Want will only carry you so far. Why doesn't anyone know Im upset. I stopped crying out for help a long time ago. Haven't felt like this in what seem's like forever. It's almost like I don't know how to act. This is so unfamiliar yet so familiar.