Lost in a thought,
caught in a dream...
she stares out a window
awake she may seem
Free to move, yet unable to function
No one knows that her soul is a slave to her body
Trapped inside, her fingers stiff and cold
Slowly time passes, slowly she grows old...
And still she sits
quiet and forgotten
her body withers away
She is reliving her life inside
over and over...
on and on...
is it a gift or is it her torture?
Lost in a thought,
caught in a dream...
or is it a nightmare?
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