Please.

Kana

Such condescending words riddled into a grave you put your self into

You can’t remember the key

Now you stay locked inside

Sleeping until sunrise

But

No light has shown,

20 years and counting

Your box closed shut

will never seem to open.

So,

You will never know.

You will never feel.

You will never see.

The -power- you refuse to steal back.

I find it difficult to say,

Please

Find

The

Key.

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