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Much prefering the company of the many tomes of the Arkan University Library to the company of my fellow human being, it was only with a great reluctance that I caved to my friend Bobby MacKenzie's request to accompany him after his lesson and meet the woman who had seemingly captured the heart of my room-mate's affection. You see, I had always felt that the brooding and phantasmal world of mythology and gothic literature sustained my psyche far more than interaction with my fellow species. Bobby, with his interest in studying the workings of the mind, declared that my aversion to social environments would have me end up like the University's disturbing Dean, Professor Worthing, who dwealt above the very Library I haunted and avoided all contact with both staff and faculty.
Admittedly it was never my intention to be branded an oddball... but when I discovered that my classmates whispered behind my back about the frightening nature of my fevered obsession with the Occult, and activ
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i try, but its hard to overcome.
its so much safer, easier
to just sit back and watch, numb.
the days that pass are not events,
just deeply blue or blinding white.
and classified in my subconscious
as downward spiral or manic height.
and as i see the time slip by,
i look not forward, glance not back.
im living in the present moment,
lest i slip into the black.
and what of all the other feelings
that range from true to downright lie?
assuming that i live to see them,
that they return before i die.
abandoned by all forming notion
two choices alone remain.
allow myself to feel nothing,
or feel nothing but fear, and pain.