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The room with the white walls

Blank.

I stare vacantly. At these
white-washed walls. Blank. 
Driving myself upon them.

Insane.

White. They say it's a colour
of purity. I say it's you going
blank. Insane. Slowly dying.

That's me.

Death. It's got its arms out
wide. Blank. Insane. That's me. 
I'm an empty shell.

Hollow.

Faceless people. Bustling 
around my room. I don't hear you.
Blank. Insane. That's me; hollow.

Emotionless.

Imagine. The feel of the 
blade. Brief pleasure. Then Blank.
Insane. That's me; hollow. Emotionless.

Sick.

I no longer smile. Or frown. I'm
just blank. Insane. That's me;
hollow. Emotionless. Sick.

Broken.

Touch me. I don't blink. Expression-
Blank. Insane. That's me; hollow.
Emotionless. Sick. Broken.

Cold.

I feel nothing. No pain. Just
Blank. Insane. That's me; hollow.
Emotionless. Sick. Broken. Cold.

Frozen.

My life now. Blank. Insane. 
That's me; hollow. Emotionless. 
Sick. Broken. Cold. Frozen.

Forever.

What life? Blank. Insane. That's me; 
hollow.Emotionless. Sick. 
Broken. Cold. Frozen. Forever.

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