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Aug 2018
I cannot breathe

This house has become my prison

And I am the only inmate in it

Worst of all is there's a door

A door to my freedom

Freedom I cannot seem to reach

Where I cannot seem to leave

But outside is more scary than inside

Even though I am in encapsulated where
it took place

The thought of being out there feels like the worse place

So what do you do when you're a prisoner who want's to escape?

But escaping out there is more scary than staying in here?


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Not my best work but something that just came up and out on the stop
Arielle
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Arielle  31/F/Toronto
(31/F/Toronto)   
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     Fawn, --- and Manuel Hutchinson
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