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Apr 2020
like a bird
he cut off my wings
the cage is open but my heart it stings
iā€™m now his puppet
******* by strings
burying me alive
rubble weighing me down  
my heads under water so i will drown
i have no choice for he wears the crown
Mida Burtons
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Mida Burtons  17/F/Bristol
(17/F/Bristol)   
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