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Frozen Solid In An Odd Confinement

i come undone the glue doesn't stick the takers win they are too slick i just want peace not too much to ask they don't release it's too much of a task i seek a breeze the sun won't budge no hint of ease no need for a nudge i just go back in return to the normal the walls remain thin no need to be formal i bang my head i swallow my pride until i'm dead now i can hide

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