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Cut

I reach but I can never grasp. When I sleep no rest returns. 

Only I live in these haunting hours, alone. 

Sharp blades of glass cut into me. And as I cry out, I hear…

Nothing…

Nothing but the echoes of my screams.

Nothing but my pleas,

My soul has been drained, my life never to be replenished.

Trickery and Talk won’t get me out of this one.

Nothing can…