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2004-11-15 - 11:01 a.m.

Life is a prison
Oh god let me out
No one to listen
To hear when you shout
Climb the walls of insanity
Ride the waves of despair
If you fall it don�t matter
There�s no one to care
Used to wish for a window
To see birds, trees and sky
But you�re better without one �
Stops you aiming to high
Watching freedom is painful,
For those locked away,
Seeing joy, love and happiness
Another price that you pay
Strong is good, weak is bad
Be it false, be it true
Your mind makes the choice
And enforces it too
Cell walls built by society
With rules to adhere
If you breach the acceptable
You�d better beware
Hide the pain, carry on
Routine is the key
Don�t let on that you�re not
What your pretending to be
Lock it all up inside you
How badly that bodes
Look out for that one day
When it all just explodes
Leaving naught but a shell
Base functionality too
But killing all else
That was uniquely you
So how do you grow
With a time bomb inside?
Or how to defuse it,
Without destroying its ride?
You can�t

by puff

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