Stuck
You're trapped in your own head.
Your mind refuses to focus on any other thing.
You search desperately for a way out,
But there isn't an exit in sight.
The realization sinks in:
There is no way to fix it this time.
You can't turn back the clock.
The damage has been done.
A burning sensation fills your chest,
The pain consumes you like a fire.
There is no light at the end of this tunnel;
It is a never-ending black hole...
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