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Locked up in the prison of agony. Sentenced to life in misery. Arrested for disobeying the law of pain. Even though I was taken to the court of distress. I was not found guilty or looking miserable. I was clad in the uniform of depression. Whereas I know nothing about the ****** of my joy. I ate nothing but the fruit of panic. As I wandered in the cell of wretchedness. I was chained with the cuff of sufferness. My blood was dripping with great violence. I cried doom even when I'm not being whipped.
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 3:22 PM UTC
The Cold Ordeal
Locked up in the prison of agony. Sentenced to life in misery. Arrested for disobeying the law of pain. Even though I was taken to the court of distress. I was not found guilty or looking miserable. I was clad in the uniform of depression. Whereas I know nothing about the ****** of my joy. I ate nothing but the fruit of panic. As I wandered in the cell of wretchedness. I was chained with the cuff of sufferness. My blood was dripping with great violence. I cried doom even when I'm not being whipped.
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17/F/Nigeria
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 3:22 PM UTC
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