The dark

It’s not just a lack of light. The room is dark. But I feel it flowing from you. I feel that you despise me. That you hate every action I take. I imagine you mocking my rituals and habits. We don’t speak, but I hear every word you say. The silence cuts deeper than a knife. I am so alone. And it makes me wonder.

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