I like my room. It seems the four walls move closer to me everyday. I feel like I’m sitting in a mental asylum. People come in and out, give me food and leave. Just like the Neverending Story, The Nothing will soon crawl over every inch of my world, plunging me into eternal darkness. I walk through the sea of faces. Expressions nearly as blank as mine. Someone taps my shoulder. I whip around, avoiding eye contact. I see a man. I slowly lift my head to inevitably meet his eyes. My eyes slowly moved passed his perfectly plump lips to his button nose and up to his sparkling blue eyes. His golden hair sat beautifully on his head, falling slightly to the left. “You dropped this” he whispered as his gaze fell onto my face. He put something in my hand. My lipstick. “Thank you.” I mumbled. We went our separate ways. Just like always, I am left alone again.

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