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No, I couldn't talk, I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything, I didn't know what was happening, I didn't understand why it was happening, I didn't know anything. Yes, that's right, I feel like a puppet, an empty vase without a purpose. Why am I here? The rumble is getting louder in every second that passes. It's loud enough to make me puke, somehow I managed to hold it in.