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Doctor, please, take me out of quarantine, I need fresh air to breathe, the sun to feel, Seems queasy in here, this room shrinks, It stinks, but it's not me, it's the environment, Let me out, please, it's not my fault, These walls, pads, and bars are not for my health Doctor, please, have some sympathy For a young life yearning to leave, this place it thieves Of all healing, listen, there's nothing wrong with me, I'm not broken, I'm fine, I'm burning inside With a fever your medicine cannot aleve, Yes, I'm weak, But its your fault, not mine, open the door, I implore, So the world can welcome me with open arms and intimacy.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 2:57 AM UTC
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Doctor, please, take me out of quarantine, I need fresh air to breathe, the sun to feel, Seems queasy in here, this room shrinks, It stinks, but it's not me, it's the environment, Let me out, please, it's not my fault, These walls, pads, and bars are not for my health Doctor, please, have some sympathy For a young life yearning to leave, this place it thieves Of all healing, listen, there's nothing wrong with me, I'm not broken, I'm fine, I'm burning inside With a fever your medicine cannot aleve, Yes, I'm weak, But its your fault, not mine, open the door, I implore, So the world can welcome me with open arms and intimacy.
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World Traveler
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 2:57 AM UTC
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