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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im not done with you yet.