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His pain, hidden behind the walls he built from scratch,

his cries of agony and anguish still echoes,

his tears overflow,

he is a prisoner to his own mind,

void, empty and abandoned,

he weeps in silence day and night,

wondering when it will all come to an end,

all he feels is pain, 

all he knows is pain,

he is trapped.

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