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It started with a spark, But burnt enough to leave a mark. When the pain I endured, Waited to be cured. I was not in my right mind, Where freedom is hard to find. Had to pave an exit, Not knowing I will even make it. Years gone past, Feeling free at last. All the tears I hide, Finally subside. It seemed too good to be true, However truly it never last. Because they kept coming back, To haunt me once again
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Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 12:27 PM UTC
Shackled
It started with a spark, But burnt enough to leave a mark. When the pain I endured, Waited to be cured. I was not in my right mind, Where freedom is hard to find. Had to pave an exit, Not knowing I will even make it. Years gone past, Feeling free at last. All the tears I hide, Finally subside. It seemed too good to be true, However truly it never last. Because they kept coming back, To haunt me once again
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23/F/Malaysia
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 12:27 PM UTC
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