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some days i don't know what to say,it feels like i'm trapped
in a prison cell, all to myself,
as if it were a way of life,
nothing to do, nothing to say,
nothing to think about
when the light goes away
little makes sense in my mind,
and i ask myself to find
a way through this thick fog
which finds its way to me,
through me, around me
and all can think is
"make it go away"
Poetry by Tristan L.
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Written on 2007-07-08 at 18:40
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