I fear to lose my mind,
To stay perfectly still and never find.
What will save me,
I need the key.
To unlock the door,
To keep my feet firmly on the floor.
And not keep my feet on the ceiling,
Not to know what it is I'm feeling.
An empty shell,
Could spell.
The end.
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