Kicking, punching, swearing, yelling.
Trying to fight my way out.
Hits, pounds, kicks, slaps.
Why is there no end to this?
Trying to fight my way out,
Trying to find some sort of exit,
Can't find one, it's hopeless,
And yet, weirdly,
I still fight,
I still look,
I still try to find.
What's wrong with me?
Can anyone hear me?
Can anyone see me?
Who are you?
Where are you?
Just let me out.
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