"Chains"
My soul is weary
I have followed the same path
Again and again
No longer am I amazed
At how the light shimmers
On the stones that lay in hidden passages
In my mind
I tire of it all
The fake mask I am forced to wear daily
The same amusement ride that twists expectedly
If I only I could cast aside
These chains that bind me
In this dark prison called
Life
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