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Awakenings MAG

By Anonymous

   torn from my alternate reality

ripped apart are my aspirations

forced from my warmth, my security

it's that unrelenting noise which prods me on

stop! stop! i howl in anguish

i'll submit to you

only release me from such agony

it refuses

i strike at it blindly, only in vain

it becomes unbearable and i hurl myself upon it

silence is compensation enough

i pull myself from the wreckage

only to find solace in a voice

which has nurtured me from birth



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