Watching tears slowly fill my eyes; filling with each thud of my pounding heart.
Animals sporadically run through the walls and surround me with the sound of their scratching claws.
The silence is loud and obtrusive.
I beg to be distracted.
Everything I gave was authentic and genuine.
I see my past and feel my present and taste the metallic blood of my battered heart.
Now I sit and wait for any escape.
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