Where the Lost Sleep
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They taught me that silence is safer than mercy. That a steady hand means survival, and hesitation means death.
I was never allowed to dream. Dreams are for those who sleep soundly, not for those who carry ghosts in their veins.
Every name I take is a weight I cannot bury. Every command I follow pulls me deeper into the dark.
And in the quiet of the night, I wonder if the lost ever find peace, or if we simply learn to live without it.
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