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“It’s dark in here and I can’t seem to breathe.” I heard the new boy say. “There’s a maggot crawling in my heart And it’s taken the joy away. My limbs are heavy and tremulous And I hear dark feelings in my soul Which spill out of my mouth Willing me to destroy, to demoralize, To negate hope and love. Is this me who says the words? Or am I an empty shell, A creature of an evil puppet master?” I smiled and walked away from him. And then I turned to say: “You have entered the Death Zone. And while you remain, Your life is ebbing away.” |
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