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I don't scream. I don't punch the air. I don't try to go against it.
I don't exist.
The black swallows me up, covering every inch of my body. I hear vague screaming in the background. Nothing registers in my brain, other than a constant thought.
I don't exist. I don't exist.
Not anymore.

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