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Blank.

Nothingness.

Reaching out almost desperately, but not desperate. Touching without feeling, hearing without listening, seeing, but not really seeing. Anything.

So cold. First on the inside, then slowly bleeding out. On impulse, I move farther away. Earning the fleeting of hurt in their eyes, if only for a moment, it's there. But I do nothing to comfort. Am I afraid, yes. Yes, I am so afraid. Not afraid of being hurt, not afraid of being used or mistreated. I am afraid of hurting.

So cold.

Silence defines my everything. What was once so bright and innocent can only gaze emotionlessly at every feeling that used to swallow what I was. Shallow words, empty meanings. That is all that this world has left for me.

So many questions. They cannot understand me, I am hallow. Short simple answers, that don't really answer.

I feel nothing. I am nothing.

Yet, somehow in my unfeeling shell, I find the courage to defy them all. Simply because I can. I have courage without emotion, courage without fear, courage without really feeling it. What then makes it courage? Or is it just blind will?

It doesn't matter.

I feel nothing. I hear nothing. I see, nothing.

I am a ghost.