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Somewhere deep inside, A mystery is stirring, Twisted logic of my mind, A subtle gentle yearning, A convoluted feeling, Some freedom that I seek, Haunting me in the darkness, As i desperately try to sleep, Escape from captivity eludes me, Though self inflicted, For the truth is that solitude, is to what I am addicted.

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