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jail cell
my room, an oasis, a heaven.
where the pained go to rest
where the thoughts fade away
where the arguments break out,
like a bomb firing into a dark pit. like the
forests exploding in the wind. like my
tiny heart and soul crying to the void
my room, my quicksand of
a bed. the place that shackles
me, holds me to my cell
such an unfamiliar and familiar
place. such a place holds me
captive, where i can’t escape.
my room, has become the only
thing left.
my room, where the dead go to hide
where the pained go to die
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