A lost soul calls out, but the ears don't hear the cry of fear from within it's own heart. The beats of the heart quicken as the eyes fill with terror. The mouth becomes like stone and the body heats as if trying to burn the feeling off. The world you know isn't real, the soul becomes weak and buries itself in the pleasures of imaginations. In too deep to care for the other souls lost in the love of itself this will lead to it's own death. the mind is a beautiful and terrible thing!
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