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Blank.

four walls.
no windows.
no air.
only dust.
cold.
hard.
empty.
lonley.
I sit,
waiting for despair,
to travel,
and sit beside me.
but how is it even
possible?
there is no door,
nor any entrance,
of any kind,
for anyone to
enter,
exit.
I am stuck,
in this room,
in this blank area.





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