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Narrow Halls

Narrow halls, facing great insecurity.
Vague remembrance, so unsure of these.
Things that everyone seems to see,
They see much more than you and me;

They see through, control you like you’re nothing.
A mind game, I’m convinced of something,
All powerful, they know us more than we can tell.
Lost until I must look into the mirror to find myself;




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