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Alone in a barren world,

Your thoughts echo off the hollow walls.

A white room all alone.

The chair in the center.



You sit alone, waiting for the white door to open.

You search for lines in the monotonous walls.

The lights leave no room for shadows.

The mind loses itself in the light.



You talk aloud, to no one in particular.

You hope the walls answer back.

But the white abyss stares you down,

But remains silent.



You hum music,

But it’s absorbed by the walls.

The white chair grows painful under you,

Yet you can't seem to get up.



Again you talk aloud,

Scream aloud,

Kick and yell,

Yet nothing changes.



The white room doesn’t listen,

The white room doesn’t care,

The white room goes on about it self,

And worries about nothing else.



The white room is the world,

And you are in that chair.