A voice in the darkness calling out toward me.
A voice the beckons me home.
Or is it away from home.
It beckons none the less.
There is light in the darkness, a warmth in the cold.
I linger too long, holding onto the void.
The voice fades into the darkness, muted by the noise of nothing.
And alone I stay.
Stuck.
Afraid to move.
Without choice, without hope, without fear.
I am full of emptiness.
Apathy is thy name.
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