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Apr 2020
Bones are constricting
My feet stuck to the ground
My ribs caging a heart that wants
To be found
Words are limiting
Thoughts aching to come out
I am a prison
Of my own making
Of my choosing

My body is a cage.

And to be honest
I don't even know,
Why?
Bob
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Bob  19/M/Philippines
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