Everything is just in a swirl. Down a whirlpool, the suction is so depressingly forceful. It isn’t just deafening silence that engulfed my world but the drag as each day goes by.

It is yet another morning. Put on your face and leave for your worst nightmare. Watch our backs because filthy fingers might just be extending into your space. And they leave marks that are mentally disturbing.

It is all mental. It is all dull. Most of all, it can get really monotononous yet you cannot drift off into your forty winks.

So living becomes a pain and you’ll almost wish you were either insane or already dead.


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