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It is heavy and hard to see past these four walls. Desperately desiring to break out, Because something always awaits on the other side. I hate this place, I want to get out but doubt is standing right in front of me What will I face? Will I be content with myself for getting OUT and exploring what I never had? But always wanted to accomplish? Or will I be upset, As usual my expectations were Too HIGH. Every thought ***** all my hope, I see broken dreams scatter on the floor as if the pieces are too heavy unworthy to be put back together but I CAN NOT give up, I AM NOT giving up, I know there is much more to life then these walls Please help me, Get me Out, Tare down these walls! Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa All rights reserved.
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
Brick Walls
It is heavy and hard to see past these four walls. Desperately desiring to break out, Because something always awaits on the other side. I hate this place, I want to get out but doubt is standing right in front of me What will I face? Will I be content with myself for getting OUT and exploring what I never had? But always wanted to accomplish? Or will I be upset, As usual my expectations were Too HIGH. Every thought ***** all my hope, I see broken dreams scatter on the floor as if the pieces are too heavy unworthy to be put back together but I CAN NOT give up, I AM NOT giving up, I know there is much more to life then these walls Please help me, Get me Out, Tare down these walls! Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa All rights reserved.
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
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