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I have a few more days In this prison cell That they call A hospital ward Too long has it been Since I have tasted freedom I now feel like I'm on a bed of roses Feeling my skin Getting ripped apart Bit by little bit It bleeds over the thorns Soaking into the petals Staining the white buds red Dripping down to the floor And making a pool of crimson Waiting with anxiety And anguish Hoping to be free To roam around once again To walk amongst the living To cast out my shadow And inhale the fresh air With my toes in the sand But that seems like hopeful wishing And maybe it is But that is my wish For a perfect vacation
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Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 3:28 PM UTC
Escaping Reality
I have a few more days In this prison cell That they call A hospital ward Too long has it been Since I have tasted freedom I now feel like I'm on a bed of roses Feeling my skin Getting ripped apart Bit by little bit It bleeds over the thorns Soaking into the petals Staining the white buds red Dripping down to the floor And making a pool of crimson Waiting with anxiety And anguish Hoping to be free To roam around once again To walk amongst the living To cast out my shadow And inhale the fresh air With my toes in the sand But that seems like hopeful wishing And maybe it is But that is my wish For a perfect vacation
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Cerasium
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Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 3:28 PM UTC
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