I'm walking down a gray corridor
It's walls are cracked and faded
I pass the same door again and again
My hands reach for the knob, shiny gold
But the result is always the same
The gray wall swallows the inviting door
And the monotonous path looming
Leads on unyielding
I start to run, but its no use
I am trapped
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