I want to escape, but it is forbidden.
I want to be happy, but it is forbidden.
I want to be alone, but it is forbidden.
I want to be me, but it is forbidden.
I want to see light, but it is forbidden.
I want to breathe, but it is forbidden.
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Locked up -||- a quarantine book
PoesieSo close, yet so far. Separated by one mighty bar. locked up, Locked out. Caged, filled with doubt. If hope can be sparked, I want none of it. Lost, with no Mach to be lit.