Dystopia

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My heart skips a beat 

or maybe two or three

When I hear the thundering of his voice 

Or the clomp of his steps.

"What did you do now?!"

Hollers my mind. 

Always in the uncertainty 

That something bad will happen.

And so, 

I put bars to my own happiness 

And lives an arduous life. 

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