The Prisoner
The Prisoner
i am the prisoner
i live between all these layers of what
i think i should do and what i really want
i am a prisoner of my life
so that i do not knoe
what i rally want to do
i am some man`s wife
i feel guilty all the time
about it all
i cannot call but i can write
do not take me out of context
someday never comes
weeping
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