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There are few of us who
are here to remain.
You are not one of them.
Do not feel sad.
Do not feel glad.
Just listen to us.
Do not act.
You are not meant to.
You are not supossed to speak.

Because you are a slave to our screams. Do hear them.
Now, how does it feel?
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