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So as you stand, in the mist of smoke and sand, a beautiful black room, empty and forelorn. So as you breath this air cold and dry, the beating of your heart louder than any song in any moment and you feel it beating so strong that it explodes into thousands of tiny little micro peices. Does it calm you? You walk along this crowded hall way so alone and unjudging, you walk alone through the hall of mirors watching every moving, assuming every peice of you. You're in no man's land, and you have no place to call your own. You hear their voices like screaming whispers, every bad word killing a peice within you, you feel the glares like tiny needles pricking untill you've disapeared. They break you. They kill you. And they do it everyday. You feel the breath from your lungs fly away as that one moment reaches near, the world has left you and it lasts a second, but it lasts forever in your head, the time is blinded and oh so insigifigant but it means the world to one person. It's an unwanted savior the kind that breaks your heart a little more each time, and you know it's wrong, but it gives you false hope, you know it's wrong, but it GIVES YOU SOMETHING. Untill you've gone, so far and fallen, off the edge, out of the circle, alone uninhibited and broken, and they never know, and they never see, what a light you could be. Then the fear it grips your imagination, and makes you wonder, what if you're really nothing but the blankness after all?
To save one person? Or to save the world?
Or more importantly......to save yourself?