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Author: Frito the Great
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst - Published: 11-04-04 - Updated: 11-04-04 - id:1753133
My thoughts trapped inside
this inpenetrable chamber,
I'm not sure what I know anymore.
Who am I now?
Another time for a groan,
another time for me to scream.
I hate this life.
Forbidden from being my true self,
barred from my real feelings...
All that I once knew is gone,
where are all these sad hours headed?


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