Confined and Restricted
Stuck in this bottle.
Where do I go?
I feel like I've lost all control.
This feeling it hurts.
I wish I could show.
My thoughts are consuming.
They even overflow.
This bottle is small.
My my aspirations are to large.
I wish I could finally take charge.
My mind was once beautiful.
My heart was once pure.
This world tore me apart.
It left me nothing more.
Just a little light to fix these dark clouds.
I'm all out of fight.
I started getting used to the night
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