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There are days I don't see the sun
There are nights I don't see the moon
Time is meaningless
I have lost track of it like a wanderer in the desert without no compass
This four corner concrete realm is my reward
Isolated from the world
Forgotten yet saved
Rejected and neglected
My strength is fading
My spirit is broken
All alone talking to no one but myself
The days are very hot
And nights are icy
Deprived of freedom in this world where hope is a far cry
A caged bird is better
Everyone gets to stare at him
Though they keep him from flying.
down here in this doomed zone
stripped off humanity
Asking how many days left
Can't say cause time is unknown
Can only dream in a dream of a way out
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Nice and dark.
This is captivating.
indeed it is