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Oct 2014
I feel like I’m trapped
Inside my own home

I feel like I’m stuck
With nowhere to roam

Locked up in a jail cell
With nothing but dust

Up the stairs
Down to lunch

Over to gym
And under the rush

The people are rude
The food isn’t kind

And in the darkness
I'm the only one blind

Everyone stares
But I'm nothing new

Work and work
Till my days through
Paralyzed traveler
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Paralyzed traveler
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