All I want to do is escape this man made prison I have placed myself in I have been plotting and I have been planning none in which has been any kind of successful...
I can feel myself slipping back into my very own abyss into a way of life that has now come so abundantly clear.
The easiest way there is to live
all I want to do is hit my knees bow my head and cry like a baby does when it's hungry...
So I lay here in a bed that is cold with only just me in a room in which the walks hold all my sweat and all my tears where all I can picture is myself somewhere far away from here with a smile planted right on my face sober as fuck and not giving a shit...
now I know this is only a dream in which I have asleep or awake now I know there will never be an escape for me I have been predestined to remain in this jail in which I have built for myself sentenced to a life of solitude bound by the choices I have made in this life in which I never knew I was living now it's almost gone and I have nothing more to show then this jail in which I have made....
Angela Oaks
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