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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