When humans exist only in a frame,
The world crumbles, yet bears no name.
The flowers still breathe, their fragrance remains,
Is this the fate of a mind unchained?
Our smiles have faded, drowned in time,
Left as echoes—silent, confined.
We cannot speak, we dare not move,
Trapped in the world our minds once proved.
We built, we burned, we lost our way,
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