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When you're strange , its seem as doors shut
back and forth, inward and outward, vertically like a spinal cord
you wish to find the head space to help you evolve, yet, the floors of your emotions
your heart spirals downward, as you reach out to press floor seven where your spirit hope to reside
but the most that can be done is to stare at the grey shades as the doors open and close
Mind like an elevator, Body like the fire emergrency buttons
stuck in thestillness of despair
with hope up rising within, with your happiness there
The doors of an elevator
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