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Dec 2013
My hands are bound
And my legs are chained
Caged in the thought
Of never being good enough.
And I try to break the bars
I try to pick the locks
I struggle to break free
But I'm the one who locked me in
And I've already swallowed the key.
Aya Domingo
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Aya Domingo  The Pearl of the Orient
(The Pearl of the Orient)   
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