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Jul 2020
I have grown alot,
In many different ways,
No longer do I have Such hidden rage, Instead I let it out,
My thoughts are the ink That glides across the page,
My soul is no longer Locked in a cage, And even after I'm gone,
My mind is immortal,
It will last for an age....
Poetic justice
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Poetic justice  37/M/Uk
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