I'm free, but
terms and conditions apply.
Locked in a cage,
but I possess a key.
I always come back with
company helping me forget.
My lifeline when I'm lost,
does he think he's trapped?
While he makes the cage bigger,
it's still a cage.
If I have to be in a cage,
I'd rather be in it with him.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
