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Trapped within the walls of your mind, the invisible ugly decor you designed, the place you can never escape, for the windows are all covered in tape.
Of course you had it all planned, you bought this lonesome block of land, where everyone lives so goddamn far away, but no one will ever want to stay.
Wandering the corridors, hoping to find the missing floors, knowing you'll never find an okay rental, slowly realising you're going mental.
no matter how much you whine, you're a failure by design.
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