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Reversed.


Cold rooms accompanied by even colder souls.

I was once warm, but then they turned me to ice.

The feeling of losing yourself to people like this, 

makes you wonder where all of your strength is.

My mind tried to warn me; my mind tried to trick me.

Thoughts gathered into multiple clusters, making me feel even more lost.

Why did they do this to me? Why did I do this to me?

They say sleeping takes your mind off things,

but the darkness only makes mine run wild.

You lose yourself before you find yourself,

but that was not the case for me.

I found myself then lost myself

all too carefully. 

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