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Lost in the ooze of life and troubles of broken hearts,
stuck in between an out of body experience and first person view,
flying shapes take an offensive stance, circle their prey,
laying in a dark sea of blankets and pillows, lighter provides light,
stuck in a world that refuses to let me move forward,
help me, call someone to bring me back,
water won't help anymore, allow me to drown or grab my hand and pull,
I pull my arm away from yours, I can do this all alone,
I can wake up from this slumber that has overcome me,
I can fight and push onward with a tear for the past,
I can wake up.... Can't I?