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We walk the halls of lost remembrance. There is nothing left of our old lives. What do we have to look forward to? Our hopes have been taken from us. Our dreams have been stolen by the dark night that engulfs us. We cannot scream, for fear of being heard. We cannot breathe for our lives hang in the balance.Our souls slowly crumble, disintegrating in the fear we have some to know so well. What do we have to look forward to? There is only the hope that the sun will rise.-