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When given the option, I stayed alone often,
I strayed from home for the release.
But now, in confinement, a pallid asylum,
The sound and the silence, they nullify such peace.
This cell is so solemn, and no kind of home.
I'm so low when solo so long.
Speechless and sleepless in time spent alone.
C'mon; be strong, just to belong.
There's boxes and tables, and telephone cables,
But nothing to welcome me in.
With numbers on meters for old storage heaters,
Low signal, low light and low motive.
These walls of impure beige, I'll sit between all day,
And flit between boredom and torpor.
So in this dull portal, an anodyne torture,
All dead-ended thoughts will just dissipate.
Home, are you coming?
Will you come, home?
You've got to be strong, just to belong.
Then you came home.
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