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Chains of thought I can’t escape, they tighten with despair, A thousand cries inside my skull, tearing at the air. The shadows whisper secrets, ancient and arcane, They offer liberation but deliver only pain. Their claws dig deeper, pulling at my mind, Every scream I silence, leaves ten more behind. I reach for clarity, but all I find is fear, The void is endless; its voice is all I hear.