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Mar 2014
I am free
or supposed to be
Each new sentence you sprout
Has another bar coming down
I walk into invisible walls
I wasn't claustrophobic before this
Now the air feels like cement in my lungs
A step forward is a step out of line
Anything you don't want to hear is wrong
I am a porcelain doll
Unheard
A pawn in my own life
You play out your ambitions through
When did I become so weak?
When did I give up?
So many things they took away. I will never be the same person again.
Sometimes it feels like they're conspiring to keep the happiness at bay.
arham
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arham  inside my head
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