63 days in a windowless cell
The stronger I struggle, the further I fail
So sick of the dark, so scared of the light
Knuckles are bruised, and to breathe is a fight
63 days alone, lost, and shaking
...A fading apparition, a dream upon waking
So sick of this sleep, an ache to be woken
A peace to be lost, a sound mutely spoken.
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