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Mar 14
Will I ever not be
Back on that school yard
Or in my mothers kitchen?
Back in that prison of thought?
I'm always under fire in my head

All my escape plans go in circles
It's roots run deep
Underground
They'll never see the light of day
Written by
Jonas  24/M/Berlin
(24/M/Berlin)   
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