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4d
These four walls that hold me,
Don’t define what I am.
Like a cage
Can’t define the animal
Stuck in it.

The capturer laughs
As I pour my heart out.
Shrieks of sour feelings,
Moans of despair.

I see all the people
Watching and poking,
Still feels like nobody’s there.

How much longer
Until I can finally fly?
I dream of the day,
But so many just go by.
What do you make out of it.
Written by
Axel Guzman
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