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Endless halls looming
A parade of doors, presenting an infinity of possibilities Creepy crawler stalking down the corridor Malicious glow in narrow, piercing eyes which dart back and forth between parallel sets of doors He is not allowed to be there but he is trapped, beyond his own will So many choices in so little time Indecision threatening his sanity Prize, or punishment? The doors taunt him, for they know No one breaks in with thought of getting out The one mistake they all make, now doomed to walk the eternal hall of doors with no chance of escape
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