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The lights went off again The room is completely dark now I know the furniture is there, but I can't see it What I do see is a flickering light, a settle reflection of a mirror I can't see myself Who even am I? The lights turned off The room is filled with black I can see the shape of a doorknob Gloomy light touches the surface and there goes my hand The door is shut No movement allowed It was worth a try I'll wait in the dark Scratch the door untill my fingers bleed I'll not rest until I get into the light Or heaven I suppose
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Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
Room
The lights went off again The room is completely dark now I know the furniture is there, but I can't see it What I do see is a flickering light, a settle reflection of a mirror I can't see myself Who even am I? The lights turned off The room is filled with black I can see the shape of a doorknob Gloomy light touches the surface and there goes my hand The door is shut No movement allowed It was worth a try I'll wait in the dark Scratch the door untill my fingers bleed I'll not rest until I get into the light Or heaven I suppose
Floor
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Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
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