My room is a cage.
I feel trapped.
Every wall is beige.
Have I capped?
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Epitaph Of Misery
My room is a cage.
I feel trapped.
Every wall is beige.
Have I capped?
My life spins downward.
I am depressed.
Less than a coward,
Who is suppressed.
My purpose grows grey.
I am losing light.
Within Wonders way,
The sinful score sight.