I'm at the lake again.
Why do I keep coming back here?
I'm standing here in the same clothes as the first time.
But something's not right, something seems different.
Dreary. Lifeless. Charmless.
There's fog everywhere, thick and heavy.
The moon is gone, there is no sun either, but somehow, the vast forest has a dim light, enough to allow me to see clearly around me.
I am alone.
That's good, though.
Isn't it?
I don't know if I'm worth it now to stand by the voice that calls to me.
I'm dirty.
I'm broken.
I'm lonely.
I move forward. My feet are moving and I feel the water covering them as I go deeper into the lake.
It's cold. It makes me shiver, but I still go on.
My body hurts. Why?
I'm tired. Extremely tired. It's hard to stay awake, my eyelids are heavy and my eyes burn. I think I'm crying, but I can't be sure.
What should I do?
I'm all alone.
I'm broken.
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