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Feb 2019
It’s a city from the outside,
Shining on a hill
But from the inside looking out
It’s just another jail
It sometimes feels like the city walls are pressing in, suffocating me, but I can’t leave, at least not yet. Soon, though, I’ll be leaving; soon... I just have to remember to breathe long enough to get there.
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Rain  F/Kyrgyzstan
         Imran Islam, REY, Emily Starr, Diverse TV, David R and 73 others
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