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If only the walls could talk, they would share my cries and painful screams all day long. Those beautiful grins and hearty laughter are replaced by groans and aches in the dark room. I wish, I could run away, far from the brutality of mind and free my soul. I am lost on my accord. Some days, I wish to be found and in others, oblivion is my Solace.


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