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Echoes...

Careening down hallways of loneliness my fears echoing in my ears I cry out, and I am mocked by my own voice. A light! I am saved! and laughing, I turn the corner but it is only an illusion. Now the loneliness laughs at its cruel jest. But I can go on, for you are there. I can escape tis madness that surrounds me, for you are there. There is hope, while you are there.

ARE YOU THERE?

Are You There?

are you there?

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