I am here.
But where is here?
And how did I get here?
Why did I come?
Or did I choose to come here?
Why?
And should I stay?
Do I have the choice?
I am here.
I cannot see, it is dark
I cannot feel, my beating heart.
I cannot smell or taste.
I am here.
And i am lost.
I always come back to here.
It's as bleak as ever.
I wake up with the sun on my face
And think
" I don't think I'm supposed to be here."
Day after day after day after day...
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