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Private Hell
I'm locked inside a cold, glass shell
The making of my private hell
I cannot move, I cannot breathe
I weep inside and yearn to leave.

I'm locked inside a cold, glass shell
I cannot scream, I dare not yell
I look around, what do I see?
Joy....for everyone but me.

I'm locked inside a cold, glass shell
How stifling is my tiny cell
I tilt my head, I need to hear
If danger lurks and is it near?

I'm locked inside a cold, glass shell
I've been here long, I know it well
It's hard, it's brittle and I'm so weak
Who'll give me freedom that I seek?
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