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Isolation feels like a cold word, Maybe that’s why stand here alone in my frigid iceberg A prison far worse than Albatross could ever be A place where there is every type of lock But not a single key Permafrost bars cage A person so frozen Yet blazing with rage I am surrounded by people But they are only reminders That my stay is not peaceful Isolation is a disease, But everyone but the person infected Dies away. A virus that is perfected It targets not the physical But the mental state Sanity dropping at critical rate It really is parasitical! Isolation is a cold-hearted sickness, But there is warmth and a cure. Permafrost can be melted And diseases endured. Find your fire And burn through those bars Because once you find who melts the iceberg You find who you really are.
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC
Isolation
Isolation feels like a cold word, Maybe that’s why stand here alone in my frigid iceberg A prison far worse than Albatross could ever be A place where there is every type of lock But not a single key Permafrost bars cage A person so frozen Yet blazing with rage I am surrounded by people But they are only reminders That my stay is not peaceful Isolation is a disease, But everyone but the person infected Dies away. A virus that is perfected It targets not the physical But the mental state Sanity dropping at critical rate It really is parasitical! Isolation is a cold-hearted sickness, But there is warmth and a cure. Permafrost can be melted And diseases endured. Find your fire And burn through those bars Because once you find who melts the iceberg You find who you really are.
CharaWard
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC
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