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This cell... Hard and cold I am hidden in a well Dark, deep, and damp Where is the hope that one must seek Where is the happiness and love Is there a pure white cooing dove Or do all of those things leek away Have the walls always been bleak and gray Has the sun ever shown at the high time of day For once I fell all alone The ice-cold water has an echoing sound Is it me or is it strangely quiet Here I sit lost and scared I am impaired for the sights I have seen I know in my heart that I didn't do it But I am here waiting for death I sit and watch my days waste away They sit there and wait for my life to pass by What would happen if there was justice But then again, what is justice For once I feel all alone Taken and without home...
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Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 5:08 PM UTC
The Cell
This cell... Hard and cold I am hidden in a well Dark, deep, and damp Where is the hope that one must seek Where is the happiness and love Is there a pure white cooing dove Or do all of those things leek away Have the walls always been bleak and gray Has the sun ever shown at the high time of day For once I fell all alone The ice-cold water has an echoing sound Is it me or is it strangely quiet Here I sit lost and scared I am impaired for the sights I have seen I know in my heart that I didn't do it But I am here waiting for death I sit and watch my days waste away They sit there and wait for my life to pass by What would happen if there was justice But then again, what is justice For once I feel all alone Taken and without home...
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Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 5:08 PM UTC
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