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May 2
Always a prisoner in my mind,
Yet I never try to escape.

There's something I'm searching to find,
But it's covered in an extra layer of tape.

It's translucent, ready for me to seek and try,
But I tell myself right now is not the time.

I regret holding myself back so I cry and I cry and I cry,
It's a blessing in disguise, yet it feels like a crime.
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