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Oct 2012
Sitting here, so trapped

Feeling as if each breath

Takes me further from freedom

Feeling that,

Each second is wasted

  That, at this moment

I should be somewhere else

Not here,

Far away.

But I remain,

And envy the passers-by

Below my window.
Written by
Connor Sullivan
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