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We speak, but we are not heard. We can scream, but they turn their backs. We can run, but we cannot catch them. It's the dreams where arms and legs won't work the way should, and the air is too thick to breathe. Loved ones walk a mile ahead, forgetting to stop as we fall behind. This is the reality of the darkness, you are buried alive inside yourself.

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