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Trapped In a box In a cage In a prison cell The lonely spirit rots Treasures given away Puzzles night and day The spirit cannot stand it There must be a way out Alas, the spirit cannot find it And thus she withers, with her puzzles In a box In a cage In a prison cell The spirit's own vessel a prison in itself She longs for an escape The greed of the selfish The hunger of the spoiled It swallows the world, and strengthens the lock The spirit must stay In a box In a cage In a prison cell The cradle offers no comfort anymore Instead only harsh reality The only window of freedom the spirit has Is her fellows, locked away as well Separate cells, separate prisons But captive all the same Most her friends are happy with something If nothing else, they take comfort in their own vessel But this cannot be for the lonely spirit Flesh is binding She can never be free The room's light flickers desperate to hold onto what little she has left, the lonely spirit sets to work In a box In a cage In her own Personal Hell.
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Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 11:52 AM UTC
The Lonely Spirit
Trapped In a box In a cage In a prison cell The lonely spirit rots Treasures given away Puzzles night and day The spirit cannot stand it There must be a way out Alas, the spirit cannot find it And thus she withers, with her puzzles In a box In a cage In a prison cell The spirit's own vessel a prison in itself She longs for an escape The greed of the selfish The hunger of the spoiled It swallows the world, and strengthens the lock The spirit must stay In a box In a cage In a prison cell The cradle offers no comfort anymore Instead only harsh reality The only window of freedom the spirit has Is her fellows, locked away as well Separate cells, separate prisons But captive all the same Most her friends are happy with something If nothing else, they take comfort in their own vessel But this cannot be for the lonely spirit Flesh is binding She can never be free The room's light flickers desperate to hold onto what little she has left, the lonely spirit sets to work In a box In a cage In her own Personal Hell.
Kothana
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19/Trans Female/Australia
Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 11:52 AM UTC
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