you're a prisioner of your
you're a prisioner of your own mind
The life in your eyes are slowly dying
You're tears dont even show because you already know that theres no need to show emotion
You know everyone knows how you truely feel except you
only you know how you truely feel
But my dear its okay because your mental sentece will be over soon
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