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Constrained

Constrained, I feel

Insane, everything

in Vain, my mind

being Trained,

just want to

escape the Pain.

The riplets of Time,

an everflowing Game,

nothing different,

always the Same,

a constant repetition,

Sweet Nothing is her Name.

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American

Published: Jul 1, 2015
LinesWords: 1237

Tags: #pain #time #insane #constrained

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