Locked in this white place,
Like being kept in a glass case,
Fearing that you'll soon feel tears,
While you sit next to your fear,
Delusions invade your mind,
When relief is so hard to find,
Sitting on the floor,
Waiting for someone to open the door,
But when they do come for you,
You will be opening a door too.
I know the end probably doesn't make sense and I'm sorry about that.... sweatdrop
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