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Who Am I?
Who am I?
Why do I feel like this?
The voice is faint. Almost a whisper.
The room is white. And he can't tell how big it is, or how far it goes.
He runs, and stops.
Afraid to hit a wall.
Afraid to hit nothing.
Why do you feel like this?
The voice is louder now. Is it in his head?
He looks around. Hoping to find it.
Nothing.
The panic sets in. His heart pounding.
He runs his fingers through his hair.
Frantic.
He runs.
Why do we feel like this?!
The voice is screaming now.
Pain.
Tears are in the boys eyes now.
Boy..
He's nothing but a boy.
A lost and scared animal.
He runs.
Running as fast as he can. He doesn't care if he hits a wall, now.
If he hits nothing.
Why doI feel like this?
The voice is a whisper again.
He crumbles to the floor.
He hits nothing.
...Why do I feel like this?
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The picture of the piano, is there because, I've found lately that music really helps me. I'll take out my piano or violin, and everything is better.