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This isn't my room
anymore
this isn't me
anymore
I don't know where
my mind is
and I'm being controlled
by me
yet I have no control
over myself.
It's so quiet
yet the static is still
so loud in my ears.
I'm out of reach
for help, I'm sorry.
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