Someone Left

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Someone left,
quietly and silently.
Left their post, turned off the phone,
hid inside a dream, and never woke up.
Not out of weariness with life, not out of weakness;
but because they couldn’t breathe, hadn’t been heard for too long.
Rules like walls, efficiency like whips, calendars like blades—
living feels like repaying a debt.
One must adapt to the system,
say those still alive;
but has anyone asked: this system—
can it still hold a whole, unbroken human being?

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