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Pitch black darkness surrounds me.
I'm not alive,
but I'm not dead.
The state between life and death; Bardo.
I've fallen into this world,
no escape.
Fear gripping my soul,
whispers fill my ears.
These tortured voices grow louder.
It's like they're right beside me.
They yell at me,
telling me their sad stories.
It's unbearable, uncontrollable, overwhelming.
Only thing to do..... is scream.