Day 1

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This is not fun

Wish I had one minute in the sun

Cold, dark, alone and scared

Have half the people even cared?

Now the cell's become my home

And now I feel so alone

Nothing to do, nothing to see

Why is this happening to me?

Took me from my happy state

Plopped me down on a plate

To feed me to the lion below

You put the plate down very slow

Quick and painless I hope and pray

Seems I've been sitting here all day

Open my eyes, see the lion at play

That's the only thing keeping him at bay.

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