fourteen

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it was a blank slate until they picked up the permanent marker.
a big black abyss they called my path
shipping me off to drown in a life I didn't sign up for
they forced my hand they want me to stand and salute
they chained me to the deck
My speck of freedom slipping away from my grasp and shattering like glass on the clean floor.
clad in navy green , save me from their glad expressions of they choice they made for me.

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