Room of life
My mind swirls as I sit in my room filled with colors
I am a gray blob in this room of life
Blue dropping onto soft gray sheets
Silver in my hands
The blue falls as if it was a waterfall
Not knowing how to escape, not knowing what to do
I am now a grayish red blob, in a room of life
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