I long to be free,
Free from the pain
I experience on a daily basis.
I have good memories,
But they no longer matter,
Having faded into insignificance.
I don't know what I did,
But I know I'm not a criminal.
So why am I in prison?
Sometimes it gets too much,
The pain is too great
And I can't find freedom.
Will I ever be free again?
I find myself asking this question
Every single day.
Not a day goes by
I don't look forward to freedom,
A happier place.
But the problem in that,
There's now only one way to be free
And that is death.
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