Without breaking
I bare the chain
My soul Suffocating,
trapped and itching
to exist without pain
Dressed and shoulders pressed
Lies mold out what carried my eyes
Show face but if only a smile is in its place
Cemented then and in the end
If not now then Say when
To retreat is not defeat
Monument to imprisonment
Punishment to life in increments
Not here to disappear
Learn to return
Back to my liberty
-Jet
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