I look around
all i see is night.
4 black walls
that slowly close around me.
I begin to cry.
Because I know how this ends.
It ends with death
and sorrow.
Very few survive
these 4 walls.
They take away
happness and laughter
and replace it with
sarrow and tears.
I have survived these walls once
but I am not as strong
as I used to be.
If I survive
it'll be a blessing
but right now
I expect the worse.
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