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Aug 30
My mind is like a prison,
My heart acts the same,
Except it’s covered in locks and chains,
Deep down where there’s less pain…but my soul it’s like an oven,
It only burns when I’ve grown cold,
Unfreezing the best parts of me,
That I let drift away…
Written by
Bridgette  28/F
(28/F)   
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     Kalliope and TangerineBlu3
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