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Once again, I crawled into my cave, my warm refuge from pain
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and pulled the hole in behind me.
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This time, to my confusion, my cave showed a new face;
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from the inside it looked like a prison.
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My grief which I had thought to leave outside to dwindle
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stab'd me with tears of anger
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and try as I feebly did, no effort to hide lessened it.
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My gasps for help did free me,
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And emerging, found myself. I took my hand and helped myself
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out of the prison which was a cocoon.
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