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Surrounded by cells
Everyday the same, constant
Her home, a prison
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Staid honeycomb home
Felt she was born in her tomb
The depression loomed
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Her mind lost in the
Chaos of conformity
Tired and uninspired
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Uneasy, comfortless
An idea gained credence
To leave, she avowed
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Separate from them
Out there she would be alive
Here she would not die
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To Grow
PoetryFor those that need a dose of self-love. A collection of poetry that begins in the mind of a girl with wild flowers in her wild hair.
