The best story you've never heard, is trapped.
I've caged it, concealed it.
I took your dreams and replaced them with stones.
I own everything.
I have it all in my hands.
I wring it dry of passion nightly.
I let it whisper to me, quietly.
I take note of it's notions.
I aspire to it's grandeur.
One day, perhaps, I will let you hear it too.
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