It is dark and dreary, and you are all alone. Alone with your subconscious. The rain keeps falling, and you can't help but feel a void in your soul, knowing that no one is there for you. No one understands what is going through your head. Everyone thinks you are crazy because you will not let anyone get too close to you, but it makes it easier to emotionally detach in an instant. You hear creaks in the old house as you just sit there staring through...
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