still trapped

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to stare at these four walls
and ceiling the whole day
laying on the bed, whatever
mantra, come what may

i still try to
think what it's like
to go away
and keep these rushing sounds
of waves
in the cave of my head
at bay

but i myself know
i couldn't afford such luxury
but to stay

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