I walk down an empty chasm
The only sounds are my feet reverberating off the blank walls with each step
My mind lost in it\'s own primordial soup
Soon I reach a large steel vault like door at the end of the hall
I have been to the door so many times before
This space has become a second home to me
I reach out to touch the cold steel I felt it vibrating beneath my cold fingertips and place my other hand on the cold steel door
I feel my breath catch in my chest. I then place my forehead on the door
Tears started streaming down my cheeks as my memory was flooded with the whispers of ghosts
Words like razor blades that kiss my skin and my bleeding is another set of tears that float into space and disappear
There are many doors like this that I can not open because they will swallow me whole and may not let me back out.
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