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Jun 2019
I love to do it, I swear I want to
No words come from my mouth, like its sealed with glue
I am forbidden to show my passion and I can’t speak
The freedom for the right to do it, is something I seek
Every time I try and I try but never prevail
feel like im in prison or in an eternal jail
No freedom, No passion, Nothing for me
I wish that someone just gave me the cell key
This is a poem i made about myself
AceLione
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AceLione  19/M
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   Bogdan Dragos
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