If my chest is a limestone prison, my heart is the iron gate. This head atop my shoulders is the warden, and every limb is on lock-down.
Like each and every one of you.... I've felt the weight of the world on my shoulders, but I made room when you asked for a ride.
I just wanted you to see further than the rest of us in the crowd. Midnight joyrides. Your fascination was just the way I felt.
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