Tallying Up Tasks in My Head
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I'm a prisoner in the straitjacket of my mind with a black jumpsuit never let out into the prison yard with the others to shoot hoops through a mind bam-boozled by the isolation I curated in four corners Slam! I hit myself with the realities of my predicament before I'm anyone's bitch, getting stitches isn't possible where laughter isn't probable Carving the days with my blood seal etched into a shit-stained wall Everyone seems to rattle the bars but I'm on my knees begging for self-forgiveness in exchange for release
