In a prison of your own design. Have the key but choose to hide. Safer there, though beaten down. Lost in sorrow, about to drown. What awaits behind the locked cell door. Hope and love or pain as before. The uncertainty is what you truly fear. Could be let down again, or it could be real. Chances they come few and far between. Stay and rot, or take the chance and happiness feel.
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