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Suffocating, like there's clearly insufficient room for me to breathe. Huge weight lodging on my chest, it's an unwanted guest. It doesn't seem polite to chase this guest away? No, I very much want it to leave through the door immediately but here it is, resting upon my chest, at the same time creating all these dark illusions.

Haunted mind. Every now & then, my mind runs after the scenes, after the thoughts that I made up all by myself. It's a never-ending marathon & I'm breathless participating in it, yet I can't back out. Perhaps I want to but I choose not to. Dumb, that's what I would call a person who chooses to wallow in the darkest tunnel. In this case, that person is me.