the floor bends, but not by my own feet

a melting hand bursts out of the boards

i close my eyes and prepare for the inevitable

only to open them, and see it was all a dream

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i try to recall such encounter, but it is in the haze now

i go about my day, it all repeats once more

the only way to break a cycle is to branch off from its path

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the capsules help me see through the haze

i stab the hand and watch as it goes back down

i go about my day, repeating no more

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i wake up in my bed, seeing reality

all a dream again, but not confined to the cycle

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1/2

im not done with you yet.