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Bound

I'm chained up, bound to the wall for what feels like all eternity. i hear someone calling out, screaming for help.

I want to help, I want to break free but i struggle. The more i struggle the more exhausted i become.

my body hungers for sleep but my mind is restless. As I dwindle down into shameful darkness I realize the person crying out, is me. No one hears my cries and I slowly die.



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