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Wish I could escape
From myself
And this world,
I constantly speak of running away
Being free, Emancipated
From a mind burry with thoughts
Fueled by emotions
That imprisons me

Feeling sad and doubtul
Is extremely tiring
A burden that weighs a ton
Heavy hearted
No words from the mouth
But tears as a language

I look at the mirror
Nothing changed,
A perception and the same image.

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