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This world is full of noises. But we don't hear the cries, the screams that echo through this empty, violent world. We are deaf. Blind to the blood that the innocent has shed. For their very beings, their souls have been violated, pierced with abuse. And we sit in this paralytic state of nothingness. Gazing intently into a black hole of the voiceless. They're someone else's treasure; a stranger's fleeting pleasure. The viciously abused. The trafficked, the coerced.
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