Have you ever walked down the hallway of blank faces?
Those black hearts and mute tears that follow us laughing, cracking
sad jokes so that we keep pacing the corridor. I see the poor souls racing
to the exit, but they’ll soon forget it;
they already told us there’s no escaping.
It all looks so familiar; I’ve been here before.
I told myself I wasn’t coming back, but I look back,
and hear them closing the door. At the sound
of the door shut, blank faces fall down to the floor; look
around; they won’t even make it, leave them to their fate on the ground.
Only the strong stand tall in this hallway;
do you think you could still see without the sun for a day?
Would you walk into the unknown, alone in the dark?
Try these things twice, multiply the feeling by nine,
and then ask me about the shape of my heart.
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