Feeling locked out from the inside
With no room to breath
Its never enough
Living between the lines
How was I the last to know
Yet no one tried to explain
Or were they just as blind
Drawing their own lines
Stoic Poetry
Unbound
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 