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Hope unkown. sometimes just waking is surreal.I walk right through the nameless ones.I know that hope’s unknown.Sometimes the water feels so real.As I walk through it fills my lungs, my god, I’m drowning.This day never seems to end.This pain, never.The rage I can not let go.I hear them calling my name.I feel them gnawing out holes through flawless souls.So alone. sometimes I swear that I can hear the taunting of the voiceless ones.I fear that I alone fear those who finally ceased to feel that they’re aloneInside this place.I am the misplaced.Now every face, it looks familiar…Then every face would melt away until…Now everyone, do you know, I know your deception?

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