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Jul 2019
I know wind is still here
He caressed my cheeks
And wipes away
My tears.

I have a wish
That no one tell,
'Till I spoke
So you could hear.

Look into my eyes
And you could see,
How my burdens
Gets heavy everyday.

I'm weary,
I fell, I cried, I crawl
And I yell...
How disgusting!

My backbone cracked!
My head is now bowed,
My heart bleeds
A thousand blood.

I shout from the dark,
They push me back,
They go for rush
And put me on a trash.

I grew up in prison,
Jail is my home.
All eyes are in me
Every mistakes they'll see.

My only wish
Is to be free
That have a life
Like them.
wizmorrison
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wizmorrison  22/F/Elm Street
(22/F/Elm Street)   
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