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he handed me a life sentence purgatory is my prison maybe one day I will be transferred maybe one day I will walk free but for now (or perhaps eternity) I will remain half-empty the air is my shackles the sky is no longer the limit there’s nothing more we can do
This is just a short poem I wrote, sort of new to poetry so any feedback would be really helpful :) "Cycles" You want me to know you, and I scoff, "It's a lost cause, because first I need your trust." So you ask me to trust you, and I say, "I can't trust you... because first I need to trust myself." Then you leave. But still I whisper, "How can I expect to trust when I don't know myself?"