non-existent bars
Prisoner of a false prison I myself have created. I built it to imprison everything that could set me free. I created my devastation to avoid defining myself, to prevent any possibility of improvement, of a future, of continuing with my life. I am going mad believing my own lies. I feel trapped behind invisible, nonexistent bars. And yet, they suffocate me, and slowly end my life.
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