An hour
A day
A week
A month
A year
An eternity
Spent in shadow
While the sun shines bright
Breathing but not alive
Dead but not at peace
Existing only in those rare moments
When she sees you
Only to be returned to your cell
Like the troubled inmate you are
When did the madness consume you
When did you forget your own face
When did you know that nothing would be yours again
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