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Lost, fettered in this self-imposed prison. Dead space ivr attracted all guilt that has risen. I find faith in the storybooks of yesterday theatrics based on thoughts and feelings betrayed. ... the sun rises ... the start of a beautiful wholesome day still I rot, stagnant in my head. ... thoughts betrayed! I seek refuge in this day ... Friday Each day that has ended I scratch a line on the wall, days to weeks now months. My wax wings begin to soften sometimes I shiver at her thoughts. How can I reach my destiny? When I'm now a prisoner to my own thoughts