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my life's just like a prison.
take another look at me,
you're not really seeing.
you love your mind's image
of your ideal girl
and you try to force that image
out onto me.
you see only what you want.
your projection, like make-up
hiding my flaws.
i'll soon be gone and out of
your frame of vision,
holding me, keeping me,
behind these bars.
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