My own dark walls
I see dark walls
there is nothing to be seen
it is endless and neverending
so many sounds I hear
I don't understand
what are they?
they repeat over and over the same thing
It is best to ignore them and move this dark walls
the walls begin to fall and dissapear
they no longer block me from my path
and I am now free
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