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Trapped. In my own skin. Caged. But then I see you. You look like freedom. A way out of this mess, and I so badly want that.
The deep, agonizing thoughts swarm  around my head as if they are bees.The dark memories cloud my brain to the core, keeping me from seeing the reality around me.
You’re too cold to be real The earth didn’t treat you like her child No she didn’t want you So now you hold me too close   You grasp at my flames But I’ve been sleeping on the ocean floor
My heart you framed with gold My teeth you molded out of the finest jade But what is it worth to me? When I can’t speak   And my dreams you oiled down
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