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I am going insane inside this cell Sitting alone all movement is still This straightjacket lays tight around my heart It grows so cold in this lonely dark The empty asylum these tears I dry
Impatiently sulking through dismal days A wretched state of dour contemplationSeeing only drab shades of darkest graysCaged in cyclical self-lamentation Imprisoned in humankind’s austere wallsConsoled by a primitive ambition Pacing madly about thr
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