muddled

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i think about my day.

find any reason to escape.

maybe it's all just fate.

the expression on my face.

killing me at a rate.

not a second too late.

i swallow the pain.

and quietly put it away.

my thoughts get rearranged.

i slip back into my cage.

sulking, full of rage.


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