I was an observer in a dream where no one knew my name,
and my face was just a blur in a crowd of passersby.
Then,
a little later,
I found myself at the intersection of three streets,
and everything
was rushing toward me.
Everything was rushing toward me.
I tried,
but couldn't count the minutes going by.
Where am I?
How did I get here?
What is this place?
I can't see myself in the long I sit.
There are no mirrors that would lead to me.
It's only the pain.
I'm lost.
I'm lost.
I'm lost.
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