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Every day the same thing

Sleep, back to the grind

Encage your spirit

Lock up, lock up your mind

Do what you have to

Not what you want to do

Wish for the end of days

As death creeps up on you

Can't hardly breathe

Feel the frustration

The confinement of your soul

Feel the rejection

You're condemned, life, no parole

Complain endlessly.

No change. Same result

Blame others for your failings

Of course this. is not your fault

Can't hardly breathe- suffocation

Can't stop the cycle you are bound

Confinement depression and death

As the reaper comes for you

Look back at your waste

Never achieved anything you wished to

Feel the tears roll down your face

Your last thought will be whatever you want

How untrue. You are done with life

And life is done with you