Single Soul

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I see myself trapped in a room of mirrors
I see my reflections and see my own horrors
The room turned into tunnel, getting deeper and darker each day
I pray for a light or a hand to help me stay sane.

Loneliness is a boat in a stormy shore
The only sign of life is you screaming alone
It creates thoughts no one could read
You could wish for blood so you could start to live.

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