Stuck
trapped in a tear.
Surrounded by hate.
Consumed by fear.

Stuck
Escape attempts worth nothing.
Just like me.
As vision blurs.
I cannot see.

Stuck
And I shall surely end up dead.
For this tear is my own.
And it shall never be shed.

Insane, In Pain, Drained of luck.
The world could crumble down around me, and I would still be stuck.
 
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