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Eeek. Help? No, I don't want. Not that I don't need it, it would just make this true. I don't want it to be true. When it's true... it turns into something... err... different.

This is turning into one big mess. I could've denied... but nooooo.... hahaha! Idiot

Slowly, voices are heard from all corners. Soft whispers turn into clamor. There is nowhere to hide from the voices that haunt the mind. Invisible walls slowly close in from all sides as breathing turns into panic. One kneels and claims for salvation. There is no escape.

Happiness is but a temporary high.

I'm not happy. I'm not sad.

I'm emotionless. Yeah right! Hahaha!

To reach solitude is to gain control over one's emotions and limit it to its extinction.