Forgot

It's 11.47pm now

I woke up in this white room

filled with the scent of gloom

I feel empty

and lonely

I remember nothing about my past nor present

I was told that I am having amnesia

the only thing I can remember now is the feeling of my Coulrophobia

Should I stay?

but why?

Should I pray?

but to whom?

I want this to be my last breath

in this room, nothing is left

but then I begin to question myself

What is the meaning of my death, if my life is made up of nothing?

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