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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2010 Jul 04 Comment on this Work [[2010.07.04.00.57.8649]] |
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Outside of these bars, I see sand and water. But that's all I see. I've been picking the same lock for years, And it seems to be a waste. Even if I left these chains, I'd still be Stranded. Here. My little paper boat won't reach the sea, It just sits on dry land, waiting to be Rescued by a sailor passing by. My heart is wet and my eyes are dry. I don't have a watch to time the penalty I pay, But I know in my heart that I'll never escape, Even if your hand reached for mine, tomorrow, today, I'd still be Stranded. Here. |