CHAMBERS

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Clamping your hand on my words, closing the pathetic rumbles of terrors.

Revolting like a gun changing bullets, you can't control what's goes out.

Fear for the ones who are under the gunpoint, but a relief once you realized it's not pointing at you.

Sure it's sick, but that's how you survive.

To be quiet and watch.

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