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My Prize (Poem)

This is the hell I see

When I close my eyes.

A reflection of what's inside.

I need an escape.

Something to help me go

to a world I would never know.

Where is this good life?

Where is my reward for the shit

I shoveled while trapped in my pit?

When do I get the medal

Ceremonially pinned to my shirt

for clearing away all of the debris and dirt.

Alas, I have found

there is no prize

for keeping this hell inside

It's my curse to bear

All the torment - the torture

The lies - the hate,

is my pain - My suffering.

My prize is my fate.

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