Hello everyone, I know I've posted a lot of musical fanfiction here, but I've begun writing some original works as well. I do a lot for my original ones late at night, idk why and I should probably get sleep. My mind just works well at that time, I guess?

BUT ANYWay this was based off of a sentence given to me by a friend when I randomly asked for a sentence.

Prompt given: "All problems stem from being born."

Warning: This is a very dark piece. I would not suggest reading if you are sensitive or easily upset. Scroll down at your own risk.

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All problems stem from being born.

I sit alone in the darkened halls of my mistakes.

Voices.

I scream, shout, but the voices, they echo back, louder.

Emptiness.

I look around me and all I see is emptiness.

The black void of feelings overcomes me and I am left to succumb to this dying husk of a body.

Lifeless shells pass by me, uninterested in my small escapade, my small battle for survival in my broken world - too busy, I'd assume, with their own. And who can blame them?

I trudge on, repeating the same cycle dictated by the sun and moon as the colors whirl by with each passing day, the pain but a speck seen faintly through the dance - the sick dance - of the lights. I helplessly watch as each cycle becomes a repeat of the last - a disastrous re-run of the same video, playing relentlessly in the shattered darkness.

There is only one way to end this - a path taken by many. Why, then, should I not walk that simple, paved road myself? I understand - now, I understand.

All problems stem from being born, right?

My decision has been made. I sit alone in the darkened halls of my mistakes. The darkness ends. The halls dissipate. And I am left with nothing. The cycle finally ends.