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Imprisoned

I want to reach out
      But my hands are tied
I want to shout
      But have no voice
I could cry
      But have no tears
And I could die
      But have no heart.

2 thoughts on “Imprisoned

  1. Interestingly I’ve been having much those same kind of feelings of frustration myself lately. The sense of being handcuffed and gagged, tossed in a chair and told to sit still and shut up.

  2. Group consciousness? Hey, HiIlary bails tomorrow!

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