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Seeing is believing.
A sea of red in a crowd of voices,
people who were once separated.

No One’s Coming to Save You

How very studious of you
How very productive

Pour another glass, tuck yourself in
You have nowhere to go
no one to see
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I am trapped in the soft prison
of my own flesh.
The wardens have wrapped my heart in wire.

Tied down by the demons
that hunt us.
I don’t mind being another taken,
one more.