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Jul 2013
I found refuge here.
In my writing.
It helps with the ways of the world.
It's a little thing I call escape.
Oh how we all wish to escape these walls.
We try many things.
Drugs, ***, danger.
But none of this truly feeds our cravings.
Our cravings to be set free.
Amelia Browder
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