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Muted

Screaming, eyes tearing.

Lungs contracting and burning.

Neurons firing, but no response.

Fight for what?

Flight to where?

Decisions, decisions.

No choice.

No voice.

Static on an old T.V.

Freedom on the horizon.

But something taken, can never be.

Published by Jesse Breck

Jesse has been writing for over 15 years. He runs CopyThat. A website that offers his skills as a freelance writer. View all posts by Jesse Breck

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