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Vault

I am betrayed
alone and afraid
my messages remain unconveyed
 
I am screaming
but no
my words are trapped in a vault
 
my thoughts intrude
echoing
bouncing off the walls of a boring white room
 
With every choice I make
my will is bent
every choice I make
buys me time
time that is never well spent

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