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These walls are closing up,

I can feel them all around me.

My breath is coming out in short gasps,

I fear I might not last much longer.

These voices are too loud,

I am lost in my own head,

The thin rope between partial sanity and complete insanity,

I fear is about to snap.

Take me to a place,

Where oblivion drowns and consumes.

For I fear,

I might become a lunatic,

Like the voices in my head.

If that does happen,

There will be no coming back,

From the plunge down the cliff,

The fall into the abyss.

Pikachu