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stuck


He walks blind through the fog

And simply can’t escape

Blindfolded, lied to, and lost

He can’t live life today.

 

So he walks to the cliff

His stomach is sick

But he then wakes up in the cage

While he sees blood on the page.

 

He wakes up from the fog

And regretfully accepts his fate.

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