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    pumkin113b
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    Sometimes I stand
    In a prison of my own making
    In a cell reserved
    For all my disgust and self-hatred
    The walls I build
    They encase my shame and my sadness
    And I sit and wallow
    In a world of madness
    Sometimes I stand
    And see and feel the beauty
    The smallest breeze
    Across my face so soothing
    The sun, the moon, the stars
    All shining
    With bright abandon
    A world of wonder and magic
    Sometimes I breathe
    And feel tired and worn
    Sometimes I breathe
    And feel vital and reborn
    I am the prisoner, the judge
    The warden, the guard
    I am the exonerated, the freed
    The pardoned all in one
    Sometimes I stand
    In a prison of my own making
    Sometimes I stand
    Lifted from my trials and tribulations
     

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