my back is flush against the wall as i lean there to think,
thoughts pour in overwhelmingly,
they're drowning me,
stealing every last breath,
i wish i could reach,
out to know what is real,
but with every thought,
that floats through my mind,
i am lost in the sound,
of a million screams.
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