I am in my own prison I call home it holds a lot of memories.
My mind is kind of the same,
I feel my memories starting to drive me insane. I am all alone held captive,
like on a ball and chain.
I am stuck in between these prison walls surrounded by these memories
that chained my soul I like to brake them down
I only hold the key to set me free from the walls of my own prison.
by Gabi Bales
My mind is kind of the same,
I feel my memories starting to drive me insane. I am all alone held captive,
like on a ball and chain.
I am stuck in between these prison walls surrounded by these memories
that chained my soul I like to brake them down
I only hold the key to set me free from the walls of my own prison.
by Gabi Bales
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