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I see you in my dreams sometimes,
I wake with beats in my chest,
Pounding fast trying to escape,
These confines they so detest.

For there was never strength in sorrow,
And hardly any hope in fear,
Never fully empty was the hollow,
And I, too commonplace to be dear.

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