I am inside, looking out...A prisoner of my thoughts,
There out there, where light roams free,
Lies the treacherous insanity of my dreams...
But I, still a wretched, beaten doll,
Controlled only by the echos of my past,
Bound and strung with shadows of yore,
Trying to reach out towards the white shore...
In the end of all time,
What keeps me inside of my own dread,
Is the solace lonely thoughts of never having,
Never feeling, never knowing, never loving...
I wish to be free...
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