locked up

January 5, 2020

the doors are locked

we can't get out

tell me how to live a life like this

tell me how i can wake up like this

am i in a coma

am i dreaming

i hear the buzzers on the door as we leave our room

i hate that sound

i hate that life

they put me there

they left me there

they stole who i was

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