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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I was held up Against my will; Addicted to pains and aches I still felt Inside my cracked bottles of hells and paradises; I keep doing my best when I rest and wake, But sometimes I just can't feel Because of being a hostage of these things... Is this a game? Nowadays, in your eyes I see weariness, In your arms, I'm being wrapped, In your mind you're getting cold; Can't feel you much anymore, Fading inside where it shouldn't; Treating me like a stranger, Then you don't recognize me, But I keep hopes and love for you Because I have been a hostage for you... I'm like a ticking bomb; Could you save me From derailing darknesses, From blinding lights? Could you save me From living hells? Could you help me Regain faded heavens? I keep battling and striving, Seemingly through an uncertain black hole, Because I've been a hostage of myself... The things we've done; Troubles, love, shades, emotions, Things could explode inside horizons; Then you don't know me, Then I may not know you anymore; Euphoria lurks near, This may fade to ardent ashes and unknown mysteries; I seem caught in a trance of rises and falls, Been caught in wars from the start, Trying to block pains Seemingly in vain; My mind can be a certain dangerous place, It sometimes aches to know so much, These made me stronger, These made me wiser; But am I being taken for granted? Am I still being a hostage? Sooner or later I'll be freed from absorptions...
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