from a song prompt

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We've been living in the shadows everyday.
Hidden away.
put on a shelf,
Robbed of ourself.
The door closed on our lives,
to hurt, pointless hope strives.
is there any way out?
any room for doubt?
I need to leave here now,
just gotta learn how.
I can't handle it all,
I've crossed the border, I'm about to fall.

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