Hope unkown. Sometimes just waking is surreal. I walk right through the nameless ones. I know that hope's unknown. Sometimes the water feels so real. As I walk through it fills my lungs, my god, I'm drowning. This day never seems to end. This pain, never. The rage I will not let go. I hear them calling. I feel them gnawing out holes through flawless souls. So alone. Sometimes I swear that I can hear the taunting of the voiceless ones.




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