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A Cave of Ghosts
I’m living in a world where turning left is just as bad as turning right, and there is no path forward
It’s as if I’m stuck in a cave, darkness surrounding my very soul
I am not alone, there are people surrounding me, all of them with knives in the reflection of their glares
I fear that being stuck with these people will make me mistake their knives for bracelets
I fear that I might become their puppet
I fear that I just might choke from the confusion, confusion between lies and truth
Confusion between life and puppet
Because lies aren’t just worse than the truth. No, that is putting it simply
Lies are stabs, wounds in the chest that are rubbed with salt
Wounds that twist deep into not only the heart but also the soul
This cave is of infinity. There is no end to the darkness, to the people
I am surrounded by people that aren't even beings but ghosts as I describe it because they have no soul, no life just jealousy towards those of the living
My hope is to find one person among this cave of ghosts because I know that if there is me that exists here, then there must be at least one other person out here that breathes oxygen, not dioxide
So know, those that have found people in their cave, that you are lucky. That you must cherish that person because people like me have worked lifetimes to find one person among the cave of ghosts
And I say this not as an outsider but as a true experiencer
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This piece is not to be taken literally. It is meant to teach the readers that friends are hard to find and if found should be cherished. It also secretly describes life behind different symbols and behind its context.