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stuck inside a wooden box
trapped inside by my own thoughts
what is life what is regret
how to move on I still forget

holding onto oblivion
straying the night
holding the fire that's burning inside
the restless dystopian
hurting its friends
the broken comedian
seeing the ends.

laugh into the darkness
make fun of unknown
stray into the fire
incinerate whole.


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