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There are four walls all around me,

But I don’t know how close they are.

And there’s a blinding light in my eye,

And I don’t know why I’m here.



The walls slam up against me,

Yet fly out towards eternity.

And my heart explodes inside me,

Because there is no one there.



The only other that is here,

Is your reflection in the mirror.

Speaking is boring,

When the same things are being said.

And hugs are no good,

When you bump into glass.



A minute is an hour inside,

You cannot hear yourself breathe.

Tears are forgotten like faces,

And you are erasing yourself.



You wonder why you’re here,

You’d pray for release and peace.

If only you weren’t frozen—

Living but really dead.