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Within A Prismatic Prison They drift across the silent halls, phantoms yearning in a complex. Each stride echoes distantly, a reminder of what was. The walls shimmer with an enchanting light, a ironical beauty that conceals the truth.

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There they seek the memories, whispers of a reality gone. But in the glitter, there is only the emptiness, a unforgiving truth of their desperation. Addiction's Final Chorus The journey/path/voyage to recovery https://requiemforadream.co.uk/
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