Imprisoned

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My body is a cage
And I locked inside
Peering through the bars
To the things I could have done
If it weren't for this prison of flesh.
Every second is pain
Every minute agony
Every hour,
Every day knowing it will never stop
Never
You cannot understand what it takes from you.
Steals your joy,
Your hope when you need it most.
As I fade
I try to remember me


Kayt 

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