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These four walls,
A prison cell,
They hold me in
As tears well.
Locked inside
It's a willing fate.
I clip my own wings
For my own sake.
Happiness knows bounds alone
But sorrow's bounds are all unknown.
My joy, my light
Fallen away.
I'm locked inside
Within a cold embrace.
I, like all, long again.
I wish for wings.
Hope for warm warms to fold around me.
An orb to light the darkness.
But four walls won't do
If I'm to find something new.
These four walls,
A prison cell.
They hold me in
My fears as well.
Tattered feathers litter the ground.
Eyes turn to the ceiling,
Searching for an outlet.
But soon the room will be replaced,
Enamoured with a brand new face.
A stranger's home and face...
"Love me. Hate me."
"You've forgotten me."

--"I still love you."--