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.

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