I sit in the corner of a room with no walls,
the room is pitch black,
but it is burning my eyes,
my body is cold, but..................? ? ? ? ?
the room is on fire,
I want to run, but.....................? ? ? ? ?
nowhere to go,
I look at my hand
it's beginning to burn,
the flame is not hot,
that's when I realize I am losing my soul.
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