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Distant stares
Looks of dissociation
The mind has turned on you
Locked out from your brain
Unresponsive in any way
A loss of all control
A wretched spell
Takes over you
Left in a state of anguish
Locked in a trance
Moments lapse
Not sure what is real
Failing to seize control
Will you make it this time?
Will you make it this time?
A darkness takes over you
Will this be the last time?