Lost in its mist its tentacles capturing you Not giving direction, depth, or a way out It blinds you to surroundings It encircles you like a cocoon You lose your bearing amidst the confusion But gently, softly. it pulls back The light seeps through And though the lingering fog follows your steps Its wall has crumbled And you can be aware of the world again
"Regardless of whether the answer of 'what do I mean to you' flatters me or not, such a question's only intention is merely for a shared understanding of one's place in another's life."
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