You are not there.
My eyes have been blinded,
I cannot see.
My ears have been gouged,
I cannot hear.
My arms and legs tightly bounded,
I cannot feel.
Even then, I do not stop thinking about you.
Warm tears and blood.
It has been spilled on my body.
Why do I put up with this pain?
Because you told me to.
Don't worry about me.
It doesn't hurt anymore.
I'm in this room alone.
I can't see, hear, or feel.
Forever in this room.
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