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*There is a prison in your head, with ice-cold walls named bitterness, with red-hot wardens called hatred, and sharp-jagged bars made of disinterest. There is a prison in your head, a prison you know fairly well, a prison visited quite often, a prison life is always hell. There is a prison in your head, which grows upon suffer, and shrinks down by relief, which doesn't grant releases, as long as you haven't belief.*
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
Imprisoned
*There is a prison in your head, with ice-cold walls named bitterness, with red-hot wardens called hatred, and sharp-jagged bars made of disinterest. There is a prison in your head, a prison you know fairly well, a prison visited quite often, a prison life is always hell. There is a prison in your head, which grows upon suffer, and shrinks down by relief, which doesn't grant releases, as long as you haven't belief.*
bernhard-tischler
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 4:22 AM UTC
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