What is this, what is that? Sitting in the dark I ask my self this question over and over again...
This is this, and that is that. I hear coming from the walls... But there isn't
anybody there. So I hold my breath down, hoping I can kill my self that way but every time I do it someone interrupts me...
Little, purple, shining creature, who are you?
Are you the one, the one who gets me there in the end? Then why don't you let me do it? Just let me die! Let me end it, like everyone else who are locked up in this white room!
Ooh!
I can´t take it any more! I want it so badly, to dissolve into the abyss...
The next morning the dark is darker then dark and death is deeper in nature.
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