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Sitting in a pitch black room.
Complete silence except the faint ringing in your head.
Is it real?
Or are you just imagining it?

You get an urge to scratch the things under your skin.
Crawling nonstop.
All hours of the night.
Picking sores that leak scarlet.

Madness overwhelms anything sane that's ever existed.
My thoughts become more sick and twisted .
I don't know how to get out of here.

Please help me.