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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I want to be forgiven, Not forgotten I want to be independent, Not dependent I want to grow on my own My eyesight is getting all blurry I’m near-sighted, still alone My mind is still very, very fuzzy In this cell… Getting out of my shell… In this cell… Trying to get out of my shell… It’s feeling like hell Up in here Still, I find myself, dreaming on Still, I’m blind due to California’s sun Los Angeles’ pollution is in my veins Yet, I still have a ton of brains… Hearing the trains of time zip on by… In this well – does it ring a bell? In this cell – getting out of my shell I want to be significant, Not-so-ignorant anymore I want everybody content, Not unhappy to the core I’m looking a little shabby today I’m done with dealing with dismay I feel God’s light Shine upon me In thorough delight And in ecstasy I want to grow on my own My eyesight is getting all blurry I’m near-sighted, still alone My mind is still very, very fuzzy In this cell… Getting out of my shell… In this cell… Trying to get out of my shell… It’s feeling like hell Up in here Still, I find myself, dreaming on Still, I’m blind due to California’s sun Los Angeles’ pollution is in my veins Yet, I still have a ton of brains… Hearing the trains of time zip on by… In this well – does it ring a bell? In this cell – getting out of my shell Apparently, I’m pushed to the margins…for the hundredth time, I feel oh so alone Expanding my knowledge right now Evidently, I’ve been up and about, paying seven-fold for my daily sins on my own Landing on my two feet somehow Somehow…somehow… I’m still surviving… I am alive and well In this cell…in this cell… In the web of my heartless lies… In this cell of your goodbyes…
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