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Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Feels Like Prison


Four walls that’s all I see
A roof on top of me
Tears running down my face
Thoughts of things I shouldn’t think about.
Saying please god get me out of here.
I screams but none hears
I see myself little again
When I was different
When I used to smile all the time
And laugh so hard I’ll cry
I’m twelve now
And I haven’t seen the girl
I used to be in a while.

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