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Mar 2018
Freedom


I can hear the voices, To me they sing.
I can see the door I also feel the wind.
I look beyond the window ,from which were caged in.
I can feel the people in all there thoughts that spare
A hopeless abis. I call but no one answers this.
I scream I shout but only because I scared
I'm free I'm out I prey I never go back there.
Based on my psychiatric hospital experience
Written by
daryll smith  milton keynes
(milton keynes)   
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