I've been away
My mind
Teetering
Between
Reality and a breezeway
Meters and kilometers
Cold hard cement
And bricks of red
I'm feeling bent
Oh I know
I'm not making
Any sense
But I'm reeling
I'm so close
To screaming
What I wish to say
But I think
I'll leave that
For another day
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