It feels like, being hung alone, in a dark room. it feels like, the rope doesn't strangle you, but the air in that room does. the rope is friendly but you and your surroundings aren't. it feels like, you think you're going to die, but again, the rope is just so friendly. and when you try again to lose youself, giving it up to your senseless world where you shouldn't feel anything, for one second you feel so blessed, so safe, so alive. and then, just like a fast rewinding movie, your eyes which stand as flowers re-blossoming itself.. not withering, but blossoming over and over again... and you feel tired, but happy, but scared, but tranquil..
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