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Self

It felt oceanic inside a chamber that is curtained by pain and bluer in the dark,

Halt and hear the haunting cry of despair

Dark enough that you can't see yourself

Clouded by gray feelings that you can't determine what is wrong and right

Bind by shackles without chains inside a prison that called self

Eyes that looks colder and practically expressionless 

Scary that you think your heart will freeze solid