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well, you know sometimes life is a jail, it gives you things, than it takes them away, it lets you do things, and it holds you from doing things. please R&R
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 117 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-26-05 - id: 2057200
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JAIL
I sit here thinking,
My happiness dripping
Through my cheeks.
It goes,
Leaving me sad,
With no purpose to live.
It makes me want to scream,
I do not feel free,
I can not even breathe.
I can do nothing now,
My feelings are already gone.
I can not get them now,
I do not know how.
I wish I could tell my friends
How I feel,
Trapped in this jail.
I cannot go out,
Its not so simple
It is so easy to say it,
It is just that you do not know,
How a feel..
Trapped in here,
I have nothing to do or say
It is time to wait,
Wait until I die.
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