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Feb 2014
I've trapped myself in a cage,
A prison by my own hands
And don't worry, it is free will,
The bars are just like strands.
The metal replaced by rubber
But definitely made opaque,
That part's really important:
It hides all that is fake.
I've wrapped myself up tight
In these beautiful illusions
But hope is just a mirage, you see,
And you just a delusion.
You said that all that matters is that
I'm in your heart and you're in mine.
But really without you here,
I don't feel all that "fine".
Jaz
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Jaz  Oaklahoma
(Oaklahoma)   
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