XCVIII. T r a p p e d

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I'm trapped, I'm trapped.
I'm trapped inside my mind.
With memories, thoughts,
and words unkind.

I'm trapped, I'm trapped.
I'm trapped inside my heart.
With love, hate,
and anger that sparks.

I'm trapped, I'm trapped.
I'm trapped inside my body.
They commit the crime
and my hands are bloody.

I'm trapped, I'm trapped.
I'm trapped inside me.
My soul is struggling,
struggling to be free. . .

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