Darkness

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I scream at the top of my lungs.

No one dares to reply.

I wail until my eyes are red and dry.

No one even hears.

I pound on the walls around me until my fists are bleeding.

Yet, no one answers.

"Show yourself!" I screech into the darkness.

There must be someone there, right?

No one is.

I'm alone.

I'm trapped.

And I am dead.

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