I'm being held... The prison of my thoughts
Was built by me.... The walls are thick and solid,
And made of fear and dreams that I forgot...
I smile and I look cheerful, sweet and frolic.
Nobody knows what stands behind that smile:
You learn to hide the pain behind your laughter...
Keep going... Don't give up and live in style,
Please, do your best and earn your ever after ...
What is the worth? I live another life.,
Which is the draft of mine ... I'll have another....
I am a lamb that runs into a knife...
I risk by never going undercover....
Prisoner of thoughts
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