outside the window, there is a sky
it is not blue
it is not bright
it is gray
just like the inside of the room
the table is solemn
the chair is uncomfortable
I wish I was outside
I stare at myself in the mirror
I know they see me
I cannot see them
why am I here
is the window real
it feels like night
how could it possibly be day
I've counted the hours
since I got swept away
the room is gray
my eyes have lost their pretty blue
to this alone
where will the rest of me
eventually
go
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