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The anger rises up in me like an unwanted child,
But still I slowly yet ever so gently place my dairy down,
as if it were made of glass.
I feel as though I've been left alone,stranded on an island
I want to scream but the words are taken from me before I begin to speak.
Never the less, everyone has become mute to my distance cries for help
for, they' have been faint over the years.
I'm in a prison of my own self wants and desires
I have only one feeling for this soul shrinking of an addiction
unadulterated,overwhelming hate.
Your body is a temple and mine will forever remain a cage.