He feels empty with the life that surrounds him,Tossing and turning endlessly.
Trapped in a world he wants to be a utopia,
But it's everything besides that.
The man feels headless,
Because he doesn't know what to think.
He views himself dead on the inside and out,
Looking for a way to escape his problems.
As the washer goes round and round,
It wears and washes down his emotions.
Spinning and spinning,
Without any sign of stopping.
He's trapped--
Forgotten...
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