Every day I sit
And listen to clocks tick
Stare into the oblivion I call my mind
Thinking, walking further into my own darkness
Crawling through all my memories, good and bad
Thinking, about how worthless I am made to feel
Crawling through my treacherous past
Thinking, how did I get here, why am I made to feel this way, how did I get here.....
Crawling, deeper and deeper inside my head forgetting what is reality and what is not.
Thinking, how do I escape..
Where do I go...
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