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The thorns continue to rip

and tear at the flesh

The fishing hooks have inserted deep 

causing a mess

The blood flows like a torrent,

the dissection going as planned 

Hated by those who are the obstacles;

needles of conspiracy 

Trying to salvage my way out of this

maze

Despairing,

wanting to ascend

out of this Brair

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