Stepping out of the cold room and into the warm, desperate hallow given to me by false idols.
I sleep here now. I breath my own air. No more disconnectedness. "I have a new life"or so called.
It feels the same. I make the same mistakes. I am still human. Why can't I be something else?
Make me oblivious to the pangs of false feelings, the pains of misunderstanding.
THIS WORLD. A world so small, but impossible to cover.
I hide beneath the sheets. paper thin. covered in writing. Quotations by Gods of poetry, Kings of authority, Queens of love and Jesters of satisfaction.
I am sheltered by words I never read. Things that I never said. I am afraid again.
No, Not afraid. Alone
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