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May 2019
They may look like bars to you.
And I understand
why you feel uncomfortable.

It is dark,
It is damp,
It is foreboding.

It doesn't seem like a place,
where joy exists.

But within these stone walls.
I find the liberty
to be what I truly am.

And that is all that matters.
Written by
Stephen S
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     ---, Hailee Thompson, luci, --- and Shabnam
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