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It was dark. I was alone. Nothing working but a cellphone. The worst part were the broken silence of a fucking strange city. I texted you, but got no replies. I’ve always been afraid of being in the dark, Grown used to sleep on it, but not being awake at it. Every breath could be the last, my heartbeat was driving me crazy, didn’t know if my eyes were open or not. And there it comes, the anxiety again. I can’t breath, I’m crying and laughing at the same time, Please answer, please let me bother you some more, please don’t leave me alone here. I thought, but didn’t write it down I know you would not answer it fuck, I know you won’t reply anyway I’m just a thing that bothers you everyday. … I’ve been thinking too much. Started to counting down from 100 That usually works. It’s hot and dark there are no stars in this fucking sky no moon either. I’ve been thinking too much I’m sorry I start to write Please don’t leave me I deleted it all.
Someday I ask Are you afraid of the dark?
