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Trapped inside a hell that can not be left. Light sucked from what vision I can see. What is this place that I have been locked in? Laying here on the cold wet floor, A floor I have known so well, Why now am I lost here unable to see the truth? I am naked, stripped of all that I have. All possessions taken from my hands. How... More..

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