

My Own PrisonThe record spins And the music plays Hanging on every memory it makes She cries. . .My Own Prison
The tears of betrayal spill down her face
Smearing and smudging the lines.
She was left here A place where no one can find The walls calloused from past wounds and unspoken lies Her prison plays its roll trapping her within its confinds.
Suffocating on the stifiling air She chokes on the door's key The words lodge in her throat
ARe the only things that can set her free.
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and add more pictures too.
yanno. we've all been waiting for some time now.
Robbert
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Robbert
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We are born and we die, whats in the middle is a bonus.
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