This Might Be The End

I looked out of the glass surface,
it separates me from the outside.
I lock in my mind,
the soft green grass,
the wonderful blue sky,
it's obvious I don't want to die.
I have no hair, it upsets me,
but I don't show it.
I act happy,
I just don't want to admit.





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