You haven't created any space for me. Forgotten with the items you left behind. So these cupboards are locked. The key is hidden and you wont be finding it anytime soon. Only I know where it will be.
Foot soldiers stand between us. One looks me in the face. Braking concentration I lose focus of you for just a moment. Off balance you see me falling and tower over me telling me to get to my feet. So brash and stern. I feel this is not concern for me but for your own guilty conscience. The gap has become too much.
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