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Quick lil' poem.
Torn, tied, captive
I rest here with closed eyes
For I dare not look to the future
As I am afraid I'll lead a lonesome lie
A silent misery tears and scratches my soul
I am bound by myself and others
However, this misery is mine alone
Hidden by Comedy
Left and right, I seek escape
Freedom evades my sight and grasp
All while these shackles secure me
The key...
I doubt its existence.