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Dull outside, inside too

Just muffled sounds, breaking through

I’m sitting here, upon my chair

Nothing to see, except my stare

A misty view, all I can see

I wait for time quite patiently

For time is rhythmic but not in here

Sometimes hours just disappear

So bide my time, sit quite still

Anxieties here and it can kill

It won’t get me, as I will fight

I’ll try to fight with all my might


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