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I've felt out of place for the longest time,
I'm going out of my mind, going insane,
What the outcome is of this rhyme?
Will this endless misery be tame?

This darkness has my life to claim,
I'm too weak to draw the line,
Pressed against the cage's frame..
Letting out a pathetic whine..

The wounded flesh will never mend,
The bruised and swollen self fell,
So close to give in for the end..
Within the shadows of the cage to dwell...