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Move from one prison to another,
A room,
A structure,
My own demented mind.
It's all the same to the clam.
Bouncing around a cell
That is as empty as my own hollow self.
Visiting hours are only from now to never,
But only if I want to see you.
Your faces, your freedom,
Only serves as a reminder
That you have a differnt prison of your own.
but at least you can leave.
If the gates of my cell ever opened,
I don't think I'd leave.
It's all I've ever known
And I fear change.
So they hand me the keys
(Fate is my jailer)
and I bend them, snap them,
And toss them back into the wardens face
Screaming curses.
I must be insane.
I'm standing on both sides of the gate.
I'm on the other side of the window in the visiting room.
Talking to myself.
Smiling at myself.
Remember to send me some home-made cookies!
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