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Aug 2015
I was told that were not getting out
That there is no way
My heart sunk and emotions froze
I had no plans to stay
I never wanted to come here
But I had no choice
It chased after me
Stole my freedom and my voice
Locked behind these walls
Looking out through the glass
I see my escape...Or do I?
Is this my chance?
Or is it just an illusion?
I can hardly tell
I'm tired of this confusion
Tired of this hell
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Virtuous
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