Listen to the sadness,
the echoes in my mind,
the place where I usually hide,
but now I cannot find.
Why had it happened?
What had I done?
Where was I going?
Now I'm on the run.
Hiding from the echoes,
the pounding in my ears,
the beatings getting louder,
it isn't death, I fear!
— Anthony T. Hincks
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