Blank Slate

Walls close in, I can’t breathe
Air sucked out of my mouth
All around my world comes collapsing in
Folding into itself like the black holes in outer space
Unitl nothing, a blank slate awaits
Sitting on a stool for me to use
Pick it up, I start my life anew
Where I want it to go;
Not where they want it to go
It is my life;
I should be in control of it.

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