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A tour of hell slipping through my mind, visions twisted, shadows intertwined. Rowing against the thunder’s roar, a relentless storm that shakes my core. Beckoning cries echo in the night, fighting the darkness, clinging to light. Tides of torment pull me deep, a haunting journey where shadows creep. Every stroke, a struggle to survive, against the currents that eat me alive. Thunder calls, but I won’t fall— I’ll row through this madness, through it all. Yet the whispers beckon, pleading and dire, dragging me closer to the fire. But in the depths, where demons dwell, I fight my way out of this private hell.
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