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Apr 2011
deprived of the right to breathe..
told not to listen..
left in a room, with nothing but paper and a pen..
instructions on the wall..
left to instruct all..
write down what your mind has brought to you
she looks at her hands..
picks the pencil up and records on the paper..
"i wish not to breathe and told not to listen,
this room is nothing but lonesome despare, let me out.."
the first tear falls, and the words disapear..
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