My surroundings mean nothing, to me they are bleak - dull - empty.
I am an empty shell, awaiting fate- but she passes by.
My surroundings envelope me, I am nothing and worthless.
A monstrosity passes by, I sit watching it. Bloodthirsty it passes me - at least it has a form, a shape... A purpose.
My surroundings change, as do I. But again, they are nothing, as am I.
A feeling passes. Feeling? What is that. I am numb, there is no such thing -
I am what everyone needs. It interrupts me.
The feeling does not pass me by, it picks me up and this time I do not change I am something else.
I am something I have never been before.
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