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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Prisoner
[time] => 2006-03-01 17:28:40
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => This prison has no bars.
No walls made of stone.
And yet, there is no escape.
This confinement, my own flesh and blood.
My prison, my torment.
These demons breath fire upon my soul.
I find no rest.
Sentenced to Life.
Tread softly upon my soul,
for tired am I of this war I wage.
Shackled to this life of misery,
I reject the light.
These walls are impenetrable.
Built from rage and despair,
and held together with my tears
I am exiled from hope.
I no longer long for freedom.
My thoughts clawing from within
I am damaged.
Thrown away and forgotten.
I await my fate.
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[informant] => thesinner
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[alanguage] => english
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[ratings] => 0
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[associated] =>
[topicname] => anguished
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