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Feb 2010
Feel like I am
Being stretched too thin I am
A hundred years old, maybe
More and for some reason
I am thinking I
Am trapped here forever when
I would give anything, everything
To get out, and each minute is
Like another year's sentence I am
An inmate in my own prison,
What is the purpose of this?
Written by
Marley ONeill
717
   JR Macfadden
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