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Floundering through chaos like a toddler in a ball pit – So confined; so constrained. Every step out is a struggle. The balls, they pull you in. Jump into our arms, they scream. Jump in. How tempting it is, the desire to be concealed; to be buried. The elusion of an obscure clarity, sinking into the eclipse of your fragmented mind. Your body, slowly withering away. A reflection, so remote, Soul empty I tell myself. An awful sense of fatigue, They blind me, I say, a desperation so faint to the ears.

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