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Ezra May 2018
the ones with freedom
lock you up

i put up the bars
myself
but the key was
never turned

solid steal
built around me

they lock me up
but i have
the key

i stay
for the bars i built
lay on
a foundation of insecurity
that took
my life to build

why demolish
a twisted
art form
admired  by others

their normal
is now satisfied
for they cannot see
behind the bars

the art of disguise
mastered
Ezra May 2018
i regret meeting you
and listening to what you had to say

i regret not listening to myself
because i decided
to follow the screams in my head

i regret not talking to a friend
when she needed someone the most

i regret having too much caffine
or else i may have had
decent sleep for once in my life

i will regret typing this poem
as i do with anything else i write

i will regret staying up late
to type on these keys
and produce words which will have
no meaning to me
because I did not think much
before i typed
Ezra May 2018
SyntaxError

debug
debug
run

SyntaxError

rewrite
new function
run

SyntaxError

delete
rewrite
delete
debug
run

Synta­xError

quit

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