It begins in a room.

A cold, dark and lonely room

A room where I am alone

I hear a noise outside but am afraid to address it. But at the same time

I am afraid not to address it.

Because if I don’t then that noise will get louder and build so much that—

Eventually the noise will come to my door and I will have to confront it.

But I’m afraid of the noise.


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