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I'm Trapped

The clocks are broken here. The walls the same color. The mess still on the floor. The same fight being fought. Five years ago, 3:00 PM. Time stopped. Repeat cycle began. Four walls, Closed in. Same shit, Feels like one fuckin long day. The clock says the same time, The walls are still painted red, The floors are still a damn mess, The same battle is raging on. Haven't looked outside, Since I don't know when. Stuck here, In darkness, it looks so bright to everyone else. The clock is still ticking, My heart is still beating, My mind is still racing, After these dreams I'm still chasing… Hopelessly. And I'm stuck. In front of this broken clock, Inside these red walls, In the middle of this mess on the floor, In this God damn endless fight. I'm stuck. Sounds like a fucked up home to be in, right? To make it worse; this isn't a house, or a home… It's my life. It's my body. It's my soul. I'm trapped inside myself, With no way out of this hell hole…
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