Life Prison

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Living in a prison 
In a cage made for weakened 
Because that's what I am
A weak, a fool

In a cage full of monsters 
Just one person can battle
Me, no one but me
The thing is, I have no strength

How can I be strong when I have no energy to make even tears?
I can't even endure my soul
Cos it hurts, cos it burns
How would I get away if I haven't one?
Maybe the key is that 
Maybe having no soul is what makes us strong 
Diferente, Flawless, Invincible, Immortal

My skin can't bear the days past scars
But the scars are deeper than themselves 
Soul scars

My voice can no longer scream
But the ghosts of the past do the work for me

Just even if I could shut their mouths!

Astraea's Thoughts

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