Why! Why, can't I escape these four walls
Which have made a prisoner of me
I am screaming, can you here my calls?
I am dying, but you refuse to see?
Here, where it is always so cold
you forget how to smile or laugh
everything is dead, except the mold
which has grown over your other half
please, we are not here on purpose
this was not of our choice, it is hell
it's not fair but they say we need this
sadistic, as far as I can tell
Thankfully out time is linear
and soon I will never have to see her
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