Lost here alone,
in this narrow box, no light – so cold.
I can't believe,
it's here I'll get when I become old.
No feelings, no pain,
not even your smile.
Everything becomes nothing,
in this empty box – containing me.
I can't find why I'm here,
if all I build turns to mud
Pitch black, nothing more,
no tears, no joy – not even a soul.
No feelings, no pain,
not even your smile.
Everything becomes nothing,
in this empty box – containing me.
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