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I feel like roller coaster fight against the wind. Like I'm just one man in. Vat made of tin stuck in the bottom no matter how high I climb just listening to the sounds of the day go buy. I seek peace in the world of plastic to be happy without having to be elastic, I seek the smile and support on everyone that lives to dine in memory and do well not for the kids but for them. I push open the lid and I feel the world bear done, laughing at me like I'm just a clown, yet silent rage builds up and the bleeding goes down as the lashes from tongues draw blood from all around. Me in this jar I finally see the sun but it hurts after years of the dark it burns my eyes and rapes my skin yet I won't let that sunlight win, I crawl with my pale skin and stand with knees that screams to freeze, I get no support from any spirt in the sky many of my gods have abadoned me and I don't know why, yet still I do not cry. I crawl on the radiated land while sand grinds my eyes I start to crawl and I feel the freedom look into my eyes, I meet scared glances and second chances but in the end no one puts out a hand, freedom shoes me out and says thank you I hope you'll understand, understand what? That I am not truely free? I escaped. Jar only to be here stuck used by thee? To me tossed and turned dragged and burned and when I stand hands out for what I earned I get a stick across the lips, I see in here I guess I never learned. So now my heart is torn in places I feel not hate but scared of the mass of freedom that's on so glad to throw me away yet get mad. So I lay here wondering why should it be? I left the jar on my own two feet I watch my friends never leave the dark why me? This rock in my chest is stuck in my gut and I think I have had enough in depressed and it's repairing to slow I think it's time for this pain to go