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Jan 2019
behind these metal bars i am
somehow, it makes me feel free, free
this side is freedom, the other is imprisonment
yet i scratch away at these cold walls, walls
all i hear is banging on these walls
the endless thuds of hands and screams of entities, entities
if this is freedom, them why am i in a cage?
. . .
set me free, i beg of thee, thee.
raquel
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raquel  /6 feet underground/
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