Corrupted
Everything has changed,
Been corruptivey rearranged.
One day I was in a familiar place,
But when I blinked my eyes,
I was at a change of pace,
Where everything I thought I knew was lies.
I am lost,
Haven't yet been found.
What will it cost,
For me to go back to safe and sound?
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