I've lost my words and my thoughts are all the same; always the same as the day before.
This unhealthy air is destroying my insides. My perspectives are distorted and I can't tell where the compass points. I wouldn't have the patience to follow it anyway. I keep myself lost with the hope of rescue, but the team will never find me so far off course.
I'm ready to dig, but all the wells are dry. I throw my shovel aside knowing the time is never right.
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