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Nov 2010
This is my resolution
sick of this cage you've put me in
never even saw the bars till now

cold iron bars

I find my dusty soapbox
it's stained with blood and tears

with shaky knees I stand

the view is different up here
you seem so small and I so tall
will you listen to me now?

my head rises with hope and courage

I hold the key to my cage.
My resolution set me free.
Written by
Ellie  31/F
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