So close, yet so far.
Separated by one mighty bar.
locked up, Locked out.
Caged, filled with doubt.
If hope can be sparked, I want none of it.
Lost, with no Mach to be lit.
I woke with a pounding on my chest. Or In my chest. I didn't know. I pounded at myself from the inside cause I couldn't get out. I couldn't move. I couldn't see. I couldn't feel. I couldn't listen. Or smell. Or taste. I couldn't be. I wished for a storm to come and wash me away. I wished for a wish storm to wish me away. I wished to escape my own storm. I am my own nothing. I am my own everything.
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