Surrounded by walls with thorns coming out off it,
Looking up seeing light from the top, I start climbing;
Cuts and slashes, blood pouring out sometimes I fall all the way to the bottom,
I start climbing again; I stand looking down the uncertain road and begin walking,
Bearly functioning stumbling as I walk, my body heals but I scream myself awake through the night.

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