A thick blackness shrivels around my mind,
Encasing an identity, too hard to find
Trapped deep inside, it decides to hide
From the truth, the black obliterates the proof
Of a conscious soul, who feels lost to all
How to return, to the character that I yearn
A thick blackness shrivels around my eyes,
Is it too late, to reset, before I die? .
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