i choose my prison
it makes me quite safe
safe snug in this little shell
it's too little
my cell is warm
full of pillows
it's stifiling
my mask is stuck
the key is locked
the sentence is forever
what did i do to deserve this never ending penalty
unless
unless i escape there's a spoon in here
and the floor is made of sand
but the floor is hard and the spoon so small
when will i get out of here
i'll need help
friends and lovers
thier few and far apart
but i'll get out
someday
someday it'll be done
someday i'll be free
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Written July 18th, 2002
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excellent
DIG WOMAN DIG!!!!
get out of that room and be free FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE -
don't touch it!
mm, hope is good, but only when you know what lies ahead.
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