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i sit here and build alone

slowly encasing myself to one room

and as i finish this cage

i stop to survey


these bars allowed me to observe the world,

but when night falls it's a different story.


the wind carries whispers,

taunting me and telling me of my failures


the darkness surrounds my home,

hiding me from wondering eyes,

protecting me from scathing looks.


but it can't be night forever,

and as my mind ticks away the sun begins to rise


i see happy people dancing around,

connecting with each other,

and again i am left behind - no-one wants to look at my house


yes i am lonely,

at least i am safe from the outside


no-one can get to me.


but then,

who will save me from myself

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