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Stuck in a hole, unable to breathe.
All senses are gone, but my memory remains.
So I remember every word which felt like a slap,
Words spat forth, with venom, designed to erase my spirit.
Now I am trying to claw my way back through the dirt.
So slowly, I move forward.
Dragging the weight of this baggage around,
along with the pain of the words that continue to shout.
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