Lies
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I die everyday.
But I can't die.
Everyday I am killed in new ways in a place full of others like me. No words have ever left my mouth in years. My existence is trapped in my body fighting its way out. I don't have a name. I have never seen my reflection. My humanity has been stripped from my bones clean.
I am number 23 and that's all I have to describe myself.
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