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Feb 2014
These walls are closing up, they're trapping me inside
The air I breathe is toxic, airborne cyanide
I confide in myself, but my mind seems to object
and I accept all these flaws, but my mind seems to infect
so the question is getting asked, in my head it lies
is this the beginning or the end
I guess it's my demise
Nick M
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