They know me well enough
The story I want them to know
Housing my true self within thin walls
Impenetrable with any known will I possess
In my freedom
I might only lose myself
like cool water on the sandy ground
I'm the only one to almost know
My own champion still
As I try to forgive and remember
the me - the little boy crying
In me, and he is me.
He and I such close cellmates.
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