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At every turn I take At every corner of the street I see my actions take a dig at me I try to run but my legs are weak The walls are painted with blood The ground is trembling beneath my feet The air around is so thin for me Now I try to open my mouth to aid my breathing I feel choked up I think it's time to seek sanctuary But how do I come about it? Where do I go to from here?

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