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Imagine a room.  A black room. With no windows. No light. Just a locked door. You feel the need to scream, you want to scream. However in lieu of power, you find yourself having no energy to do so. And as you breathe, grasping on to whatever subtle amount of sanity you still have, you slowly consume all the oxygen that's in the room. You start feeling and tasting the carbon dioxide in the air. You know that it's inevitable that you're going to die. You're going to suffocate… that is… unless someone opens the door. Until then,  each second that passes sends shivers down your spine. Each minute marks a new scratch mark on

Today, I died. Today, I've killed myself. Today, I've ceased to exist. For what I am, shall be no more. So do not come and implore. For all there is, is for its splendour Nor do cry, nor ignore. For what I am, shall be no more. I've ceased to exist, I've ceased to adore. For what I was, shall be no more. I'm here to live and to endure. For what I was, is there no more. I am new, I am change. For what I am, is there, There to evolve. Today, I lived. Today, I've recollected. Today, I've sprung to explore.