with lost youth i press against the frosty glass the division of your world and mine and to live inside your world and inconceivable thought for my feeble mind as i feel the purity slip from my fingers transferring through the glass to your lights suffocating in promises i never kept and i'm given what i deserve and it's all got to be a bad trip as i run from the bars that try to contain me and in your world you turn your head unable to see the pain i lead as i see my unrecognizable face mirrored in the tears i shed the tears your blind eyes don't see or feel and where the wall ends our worlds meet and you see yet your eyes can't understand and the cage forms around my lost hope and i am containedBirth sign: Libra
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