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Accustomed Prison
Through my mind I see as free
I'm trapped by causes
Unknown to the so called living
Yet it's obvious to those
Who are detached
From this mundane prison
With nonsense rules and convictions
Of what is now and what is to be
To unlock the gate
And adjust so you can see
The vision that is created
From years of wiping away
Through all those stains and smudges
Of what you wish to be perfection
To be new from the false images
That you have become so accustomed to
But you must not forget
They do not control happenings within you
Your individuality belongs to you
If you wish it
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