Bell Jar State
Bell Jar State
Year after year,
Day after day,
I walk around
In my numb
Bell jar state.
I’m ready for
My alteration,
My final break
Out of this
Dismal space.
It’s my life to have
Or to take.
Staying in the
Depressing state
Would
Be my own
Damn mistake.
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