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𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 | 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝗣eople look at me like I'am like a disgusting trash
𝗥eality is even more harsh than words, indeed
𝗜n every word and move; there are comments of dissapointment
𝗦eeing me and using me but in fact they didn't appreciate me at all
𝗢ver anybody else I thought my friends would help me
𝗡ow, all of my hope is gone because I was hated and isolated by everyone—

It is more likely I'm detained in a prison cell.