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Amongst the silence of the night.

Stumbling along.

With half an empty bottle.

Banished to wander.

The vast land of loneliness.

But perhaps that is my fate.

To wander the lands alone.

Forever.

Never to have a destination.

Never to have an end.

In the end.

I can only rely on myself.

To try as much as possible.

To fend off this solitude.

So, therefore.

I shall say my last farewells.

As with the sands of time.

The memories shall be suppressed.

But ironically the scars shall remain.

As a painful reminder.

Of what i chose to suppress.

I choose to fade into the shadows of silence.

Forever.

A prisoner.

Sentenced to life in solitary confinement.

Inside its own mental prison.