The Hole.

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Everything I do just seems to be meaningless in the end. It's like stepping straight from light into complete darkness. Everything you know seems like a lie and everything you've ever learnt was a waste of time, in the end you still ended up in a black hole.

That hole. You can't breathe. You can barely talk. You can think but not act. Everything you think tires you out and every breath you do get drains your energy. You find yourself falling, and when you hit the light you hit the ground.

The light. Seems like a good thing for a lot of people. At first it's a grey background that progresses into a lighter background until it goes to complete darkness again. Just one step and you've triggered a hole from right under your feet, it's almost as if everything crashed. Sometimes you could be walking on a beautiful white line and suddenly you take one step wrong and everything is black. Even when you go back to see where you went wrong to try to change it, it's just a hole.

A hole. Full with unforgiving voices in your head that you've created on your own. A hole convincing you that whatever you did before that just led up to a hole again, nothing matters

Nothing matters because it tells you it doesn't. And if the hole speaks, then it must be true, right? Everything you know now is the hole. You have to have someone to follow. To tell you what to do to not go down the wrong path again, right? You can't do anything by yourself no way.

The hole would never lie to you. It would never try to hurt you. It's simply telling you what to do not to step off your perfectly white line. It's only telling you what you know you need to hear, right? Isn't that right? Right?

People don't want to think, the hole reminds you. They just want to feel safe. Don't you want to feel safe too?

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