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Feb 2013
I am a prisoner
A prisoner with no dreams
Like a window-less cell
I go in every night
And the door shuts
Then it disappears.

I wake with new scars
And no memory
Of how I got them.

Sword marks
Needles
Bullet holes.

They're all emotional
Psychological
No physical marks.

Desperation.
How do I break this?
How do I escape?
K3410N
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K3410N  Calgary
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