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Paralyzed

Parylized This room is not the same after the steel is taken away. Steel that pierces like a dull ice pick. When the lights are off elusive shadows haunt So elusive they cant be seen. Why must the torcher continue.? That's a question that has an answer that yet eludes. Defining insanity is without a doubt my profession. The potion introduced has a strong grip. Scraping tiny specks of dust hoping it will be enough. It never is. Still trying to catch a glimpse of the elusive. Shouting at them only intensifies the antagonizing. I do this to myself. Every time it's the same . Bargaining is the next approach but still no reply. I must find the intruder. The next round I’ll surely win. “Ricco”

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