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Thudding, thudding, thudding… Familiar sound again. It carved a pit in the ground. It was red, it was bright before it turned black. There you are— running out of oxygen, begging, begging, begging, digging your blood-stained fingernails into the dark. You can’t survive with your fingernails still carrying the weight of what was never allowed to live.
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Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 11:55 AM UTC
The Familiar Sound
Thudding, thudding, thudding… Familiar sound again. It carved a pit in the ground. It was red, it was bright before it turned black. There you are— running out of oxygen, begging, begging, begging, digging your blood-stained fingernails into the dark. You can’t survive with your fingernails still carrying the weight of what was never allowed to live.
Some sounds we can’t forget, some weight we carry too long.
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Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 11:55 AM UTC
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