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It hurts more to know that I am trapped than to receive the blow of your hand
My heart weeps more than my eyes for I cannot escape
I long to be in a moment of peace, a moment of calm

I work, I try; but I can only do so much
How many more endless nights must I endure, must I fight through

I know not what needs to be done
I know not how to prove myself

Yet WHY must I prove myself
I used to yearn for the approval that now I do not long for.

When shall I have my moment of payoff, of freedom?

If that moment is to come for me, I wait in anticipation
And now I will wait for it in solitude.