Lost in storage

How do you know what its like to be me
do you cry my tears
I have so many fears
the pure pain of living insane
The shock and frustration
Of each living sensation

I'm stuck in a perpetual abyss
What's left to reminisce?

My memories are lost
all my trophies were tossed

I suppose I still have my mind
But I feel like I'm living half blind.

Some part of me lacking.
What's left of unpacking?

Lost in storage you say?
Oh okay.

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