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I woke up twice today, One eye here, the other astray. My face is playing tricks again, Splitting in two like a phantom twin. The radio whispers backward prayers, Static hums a cryptic dare. I take a step—but where’s the floor? One foot here, one in the nevermore. Ohhh, I’m seeing double, maybe triple, maybe more! A house of mirrors in my mind—what was solid is no more. I’m laughing but it’s nervous, dancing but I’m still— A puppet with no strings attached, yet somehow bound until… The clock’s hands are getting grabby, Pulling minutes off the shelf. Every second stretching past me, Time has started eating itself. The moon is hanging from a thread, Murmuring lullabies for the dead. And I just nod like "yeah, that tracks," Reality cracked—I ain’t looking back.
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"Welcome. Your vision may blur, your thoughts may duplicate. But please—remain seated." I woke up twice today, One eye here, the other astray. My face is playing tricks again, Splitting in two like a phantom twin. The radio whispers backward prayers, Static hums a cryptic dare. I take a step—but where’s the floor? One foot here, one in the nevermore. Is it me, or is the air breathing? Are the walls just gently teething? I swear I saw my shadow blink— Or maybe it was winking? Ohhh, I’m seeing double, maybe triple, maybe more! A house of mirrors in my mind—what was solid ain't no more. I try to find my footing, but the ground’s a spinning door… I’m laughing but it’s nervous, dancing but I’m still— A puppet with no strings attached, yet somehow bound until… The clock’s hands are getting grabby, Pulling minutes off the shelf. Every second stretching past me, Time has started eating itself. The moon is hanging from a thread, Whispering secrets to the dead. And I just nod like “yeah, that tracks,” Reality cracked—I ain’t looking back. "Turn the knob, but the knob turns you…" "You’re a name, you’re a number, you’re a whisper, you’re a clue…" "Drink the moonlight, let it spill from your hands…" "The exit is inside you—if you understand." Ohhh, I’m seeing double, maybe triple, maybe more! A house of mirrors in my mind—what was solid ain't no more. I try to find my footing, but the ground’s a spinning door… I’m laughing but it’s nervous, dancing but I’m still— A puppet with no strings attached, yet somehow bound until… "I woke up twice today… or did I?"
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