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This self-imposed prison in which I dwell Has become my own personal hell Why I don’t leave I don’t quite know why I’m no more chained down than birds that fly Outside my window I sit and stare Unbound and unchained to this armchair Lacking of strength and absent of will I can’t take my gaze off that windowsill All but my mind sits perfectly still
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
Prisoner
This self-imposed prison in which I dwell Has become my own personal hell Why I don’t leave I don’t quite know why I’m no more chained down than birds that fly Outside my window I sit and stare Unbound and unchained to this armchair Lacking of strength and absent of will I can’t take my gaze off that windowsill All but my mind sits perfectly still
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
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