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Prisoner

I sabotage my happiness
with every chance I get
I wollow in my sadness
my fears and my regrets
 
I beg for love to claim me
but I am fearful of its strenght
I stop to smell the flowers
but soon forget their scent
 
I ache for new adventure
but make no move to progress
I dream of all that could be
but I am un-inspired yet
 
I have made myself a prisoner
in a cell that’s dull and bleak
I view the world through Iron bars
as I sit and rot and weep
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