There is a door,
but I do not have the key.
I am locked in my world.
I cannot go out.
I am a prisoner,a slave,a beast.
How could I run away?
How could I set me free?
Maybe I dig a hole with my hands,
but maybe that hole is just my grave.
Death is a kind of freedom.
I cannot hope no salvation from outside.
Nobody knows I am here.
I try to scream,
but my voice is just a whisper,
I am too weak to save myself.
I think I will die alone,
locked in my world,
in the darkness.
There is nobody but myself.
There is only a door.
Do you have the key?
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