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Nov 2019
My house is my Asylum
Where I hope to be free
Of all the worldly dangers
Living around me.
Now it is too late.
People left the door open.
My house is scary.
I can't say nothing
To those around me.
I have to keep smiling.
I have to stay strong
To carry my asylum with me.
Written by
TearDrop Girl
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     Jules, Bogdan Dragos and ---
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