A/N: While I was working today I started to jot some things down, and well this is what was produced…
Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth…it belongs to Jim Henson and the other people too.
When do you stop believing in things? Things not of reality.
The world of illusions.
What was the reason for the decease of your imagination?
Can you truly explain it?
Why am I sharing this with you now? I don't know.
There is no excuse for the reason I am going to give, other than I was robbed of my dreams, my imagination, my world that I survive in.
After that day 5 years ago I was left alone, lost and unable to cope with the things I should. The 'outcast' was my nickname my friends used to call me. Friends? What friends. As the years dragged on I sunk lower into the emptiness that filled my mind. Nothing existed, no one to care about but myself yet I didn't care if I were to live of be lost forever.
At night is the worst, I do not dream and I do not sleep; not really. I thought I was strong in mind and soul but I was proved wrong that day. Weak isn't event he word I would use to describe it. I feel I have lost myself. I got caught up in things I didn't understand and as the years went by I still didn't understand why. As much as I hadn't understood; thinking about it I don't want to know. Talking doesn't help; it will just escalate the problem that no one understands.
How do you tell someone, anyone for that matter that you have lost your mind…
Literally.
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