I look up again
I see the blank walls, the dim lights…
But they won’t stop, they won’t stop.
Everything gets blurry so I choose the darkness,
My favorite place, my worst nightmare.
And I can feel them falling, rolling, burning
I hate them, their meaning
The pain and oh, the weakness,
How weak have I got, to let them fall so easily?
But no,
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