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Step by stepYou told me I'd be free.
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Free to choose anything, whatever
I wanted to have, to do, to become.
And so I went my way. And I lived with my choices,
I tried to move on.
But I forgot to leave things behind,
some items, and the past.
Because of that,
my so-called freedom, my new life was
I was still taunted by everything,
I still moved mechanically
when holding that one object.
And I tried breaking off these chains,
but I kept getting stuck,
all I once tried to forget floats around me.
And I gave in,
once again fooled by my weak mind.
I go back to step one.
Are your thoughts killing you?Trigger warning!
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“Are your thoughts killing you?”, she thinks as she awakes amid the sound of the most terrified blood-curdling scream coming from outside the room across the hallway. She cannot open her eyes nor move, but quivers and struggles to open them. Upon managing to do so, she understands she is in a bizarrely greyish room. She looks around only to recognize none of her belongings are there. She tries moving, but while doing so, a cold bracelet most likely made of metal strokes her wrist. She stares down to find what appeared to bear a resemblance to some sort of rusty and tarnished chain. She is leaning against a wall, which is, as she realizes, covered in mildew.
Trying to look for evidence of where she might be, she memorizes all that she sees: four mildewed walls, a cracked floor covered in mire, a perilous ceiling, decaying furniture, or probably a lack of it, a camouflaged door. The stench is dreadful. She has no idea of where she is... But suddenly, v