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Jun 2016
i will forever be a prisoner,
in this cage,
for my cry for help is nothing but a whisper,
it's as if,
it's as if,
everytime i need someone,
they all disappear,
but yet when my smile,
and postivity comes back,
everyone reappears
just
like
that
.
but that's okay, i can survive.
m i a
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m i a  20/F/m a r s
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