She was feeling strange
That was almost a rage
But against nothing for
She was lonely and thorn
She was nothing to form
A kind of silly sensation
A kind of sense of alienation
She was feeling a prisoner
9-10-11
It was late at night until she decided to stop walking in circles and when she sat on her bed she kept on watching thru her window trying to understand a bit and then trying to escape with her mind there out there or maybe even in there that building to know what it was, to know how it was possible she was inside and sometimes she didn't even care to go out coz it was there the only place she knew...and the moon was like smiling from behind the bars of her window of her mind...like it was a spotlight pointing on a stage...
That was almost a rage
But against nothing for
She was lonely and thorn
She was nothing to form
A kind of silly sensation
A kind of sense of alienation
She was feeling a prisoner
9-10-11
It was late at night until she decided to stop walking in circles and when she sat on her bed she kept on watching thru her window trying to understand a bit and then trying to escape with her mind there out there or maybe even in there that building to know what it was, to know how it was possible she was inside and sometimes she didn't even care to go out coz it was there the only place she knew...and the moon was like smiling from behind the bars of her window of her mind...like it was a spotlight pointing on a stage...
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