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Jan 2012
Locked in this prison
For my own good
Forced to drink this poison
To do what I should

But when I lash out
Even the slightest bit
Their minds are filled with doubt
A cloud, black and thick

I'm a disgrace
To all of their kind
I'm just a monster-
Something to hide
Poetry Is Life
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