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Jan 2021
Locked up in the prison of agony.

Sentenced to life in misery.

Arrested for disobeying the law of pain.

Even though I was taken to the court of distress.

I was not found guilty or looking miserable.

I was clad in the uniform of depression.

Whereas I know nothing about the ****** of my joy.

I ate nothing but the fruit of panic.

As I wandered in the cell of wretchedness.

I was chained with the cuff of sufferness.

My blood was dripping with great violence.

I cried doom even when I'm not being whipped.
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Ace  17/F/Nigeria
(17/F/Nigeria)   
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