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Nov 2018
You breathe in day by day, inside a cage that tightly wraps around you like skin.

And you ask yourself in desperation: "Who am for I that speaks?" - Don't look down they always say.

You'll just be met by strangers anyway.
Alfred D Whitnell
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Alfred D Whitnell  19/M/Essex, England.
(19/M/Essex, England.)   
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