Trapped in a lost day,
I roam in this world like ghost.
What makes me stay,
If I am already lost?
Trapped in this damn fate,
I don't understand who's me.
There is nothing to do, only wait,
Before I can finally flee.
My legs ache to do more steps,
But I want to win, so, I go on.
There are too many traps,
I wonder if I can go through them alone.
Trapped
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