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There is a cell within my head

that I am locked in every year.

I'm free for some months, but

once again, Winter must be here.

I can't explain why I'm in this cell,

for only the coldest time.

There is a cell within my head,

a dungeon within my mind.

Imagine being set free,

and you think sadness is in the past.

Spring, Summer, Fall, fell like

quick sand much too fast.

It sounds imaginary saying it;

"seasonal highs & lows."

I can't believe I'm in this cell,

with no where else to go.