The place is messy; light comes from outside and behind, but in the middle, there is darkness. The light wants me to be in this place, but my being feels empty and messy. Through the mirror, I recognize that the reflection shows me there is a way out, but I must be firm and manage to escape this confinement.
I'm visiting my friend, and he tells me he's been depressed; he has no money and lost his job, and he feels defeated. I can tell when I look at his house. He no longer cares about fixing it because he's lost interest. Even though I try to motivate him, he's feeling unwell, but like a good friend, I'll be here for him.
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