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It was dark. The darkness was so profound that it appeared as if nothing had ever existed. I wondered how late it was. I had twisted and turned in my bed all night and yet was unable to conjure a drop of sleep. Although, it wasn't the first time that I hadn't been able to sleep. It had been that way for quite some time, in fact, since that night.    “Get it off your mind!”, I said to myself. Despite having little hope of sleep, I closed my eyes again. The night was calm. The continuous drizzle was all that could be heard. It was accompanied by a cold soothing breeze which blew in through the open window. For a while, everything seemed peaceful. However, the tranquility didn't last. Gradually, the sound of the incessant drizzle turned annoying. The whispers of the wind kept getting louder. With each passing second the ticking clock seemed more unbearable. I felt uncomfortably warm. Droplets of perspiration appeared on my eyebrows. My breath grew heavier. My heart pounded li

I stare at its life-less eyes - hollow as a shell I stare at its false face - an image so unholy I stare at it with my contemptuous eyes, And yet, nothing stares back. I despise its empty soul so bare - Its inexistent conscience almost revolting I stare at it with my contemptuous eyes, And yet, I am bound to it for life. For it is the veil I curl behind For it is what people know of me For in the outside world, I am the mask and it is me. I stare at it with contemptuous eyes, and yet, With each passing day, I become what I despise!