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Oct 2015
My freedom was taken from me, and I'll never get it back,
Can't you see the happiness that I lack?
You've made me insane, to the point of scars and wishing for death,
I am miserable and helpless, I have nothing left.
I would ask you "why?" but now I understand,
You too are trapped and a suffering man.
Excerpt No. 10
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