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I’m dropped into the watery earth like a bundle of dead li, butin too many ways

"Saed, lanced with the sahLucas, but they seeet him out of here I have to save Lucas He can’t die here He can’t die for ainst his skull as though they’re the only things to keep it fronize one of the PSFs--the wonized hie Who hit ain in the Factory, in front of everyone Cut my hair Don’t act like I want it There’s a White Noise device in her hands, pointing doard Lucas, and of everything she’s done or said until now, nothingforhishim away

This can’t be it This can’t be the last time I see him Hear his voice Not Lucas, please, God, not him

I try to pushin the deep wells feet have left behind I’ to drown in an inch of water I try to reach for hi, every last hope burns out inside of e of the truck, I can see the road ould have taken, the wild, open road ahead of us, I can see Lucas ss, all of these precious pieces of drearasp in unshot

There are no hands around my throat

There are restraints that cut deep into htmares Blood, hot blood, a pale face--Sam

There are four white walls where there once were electric fences and trees and cabins

There are printouts of my parents’ old IDs, the naony

There are the hands that throw me down, the hands that haul me up, the hands that strike--strike-strike-strike--

There are lights that never go out, voices that never stop, screa, tellso we can fix you--I try to slip arap s, but every tio, the Trainer is there, and he cuts at each one with his blade He dragsbetweenuntil I stop trying Until I can’t reer--

Thirst--

Pain--