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I stand alone.

Darkness is in every corner of the room,

and the only light to reach me comes from a single window.

What would it be like if I was out there?

I wake every day and dress for town,

My fear as shackles keeping me down,

The agony of loneliness

Like squeezing powdered glass.


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