It happens
It happened again
Time sits by while I watch it die
My hope is gone
Reborn with an understanding;
This is my place
This is my time, my tomb
My place of rest and belonging
Outside there is no place for me
And I certainly do not wish to be out there
Things are different in here
They are not as they seem
Yet they comfort
Uncertainty is everywhere
But I feel so confident
Every step that can be made is taken
Every rule that can be bent is broken
Do not drag me from this place
For I know now
The truth is here
What's that?
I awake...
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