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These chains that wrap me,
tightening with every passing day.
These walls that are closing in,
suffocating me as they laugh.
The old memories that come back,
reminding me of those painful days.
Memories I can never forget,
and dare I not forgive.
Sometimes I think there is no future,
of this loser soul, of this frightened boy.
But losing is in my veins,
in my blood is raw desperation.