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I feel in the dark of a room with hollow places and hollow faces as the disputes in my head become spiteful clawing at every black base. I retrace my steps as the blackness surrounds me flying down my throat to nothingness. Puddles from the depths of the dark climb down my face around my brown non-black puckered lips. I linger in non-trust as objects crawl from the cluttered blackness that threatens to snatch my soul. As I feel through the darkness I begin imagining getting grabbed by the demons that have been labeled a murderer or a child begging for their mother. Then the masked man with depression written on his head approaches putting his hands over my mouth to smuggle me on my back. I whine in hopes of opening my eyes or screaming out loud but the blackness holds my tongue.

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