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    She sleeps again. So silently, her breath barely escapes her lips. They do not notice though, they think she's just playing. "Looking for attention again," they think. It is not peaceful, her dreams are enigmas of terror and pain. The memories fill her head and ache her heart. Her body would twitch and awaken her from the nightmare, but she no longer has the energy. She used to be afraid, at what awaited her when the lights went out, but now it has her thinking she needs them, and can not survive without...