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I feel scared It watches me It taunts me Any moment now It’s my time to go It’s my time to run I’ll be free From him From his grasp I feel the cold of brushing air I feel the heat of the floor My feet step by step Closer Closer to freedom I will be free soon

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Published: Feb 9, 2018
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