Two fences, seperating me from the outside world.
Barbed wire, sharp razorblades.
I have an hour to breathe fresh air.
To get a sense of reality, to feel alive.
Eyes closed, in my mind I'm almost free.
No locks. No guards. No uniforms.
A brief moment. Silence.
And there it is, the sound that has defined me for years.
Keys.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC
Two fences, seperating me from the outside world.
Barbed wire, sharp razorblades.
I have an hour to breathe fresh air.
To get a sense of reality, to feel alive.
Eyes closed, in my mind I'm almost free.
No locks. No guards. No uniforms.
A brief moment. Silence.
And there it is, the sound that has defined me for years.
Keys.
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