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Apr 2016
I have to go,
I can't stand much more,
Everyone is sleeping,
This is my chance.

Keys in one hand,
A pipe in the other,
I unlock my cell door,
And bolted to the exit as fast as possible

The guards cant catch up,
I open the door,
At last!
Fresh air!

I secretly celebrated my freedom,
As I ran into the darkness,
Not giving a chance to breathe.

Not looking back,
I'm never going back there,
I'll hide in the shadows,
Celebrating.
Hannah Gaines
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     Hannah Gaines, --- and Bianca Reyes
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