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Jul 2018
Still inside the prison
which doesn't exist
stuck in this place
which has no exit.

confined to me
no one is visiting me
there is no skies above
no different scenery.

I look for ways to escape
but I keep getting myself
more entangled
my sentence is getting larger.
Druzzayne Rika
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Druzzayne Rika  24/F/Living inside the poetry
(24/F/Living inside the poetry)   
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