AWAKING FROM STUPOR
AWAKING FROM STUPOR
Tell me please, who am I
Why does the room spin
But why can I not move
Something is very wrong
And my mouth is so dry
Are all these walls white
And look kind of padded
I must be sedated, or was
My head aches really bad
If I shout, will they come
Ah yes, I’ll remain quiet
Tell me please, who am I
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