Confusion
CONFUSIONCan I turn here? No.
There? No.
Where am I? Nowhere existent to the real world outside my perplexed mind.
In an infinite maze with walls of misery blocking my every step.
And beneath the thin layer of glass i tread on, runs a dark river of tears.
The river twists and turns, yet the current still flows relentlessly.
And still here in this maze I stand, surrounded by nothing but my own puzzlement.
The only ones who stand beside me? Me, myself, and I.
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