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Stuck


You're trapped in your own head.

Your mind refuses to focus on any other thing.

You search desperately for a way out,

But there isn't an exit in sight.

 

The realization sinks in:

There is no way to fix it this time.

You can't turn back the clock.

The damage has been done.

 

A burning sensation fills your chest,

The pain consumes you like a fire.

There is no light at the end of this tunnel;

It is a never-ending black hole...

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