Prisoner of Dreams

I despair. These dreams are killing me. These dreams of a better world, about a less ruthless and poisonous world My cage becomes ever smaller. The bars cut into me. The walls around get thicker. I beat at them ā€“ screaming. No one hears me. No one can hear me.

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