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Feb 2017
I wanted to be like
Abbie Hoffman before,
until I built a prison
of my own.
Now I am trapped within
the usual circle
that I have grown
tired of,
even before I start,
even before everything ends.
Written by
afteryourimbaud  Kuala Lumpur
(Kuala Lumpur)   
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