Prison Of Unsaid Words
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- Votes 6
- Parts 1
Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Tue, Aug 6, 2019
No where to go
No where to escape
When I deal with these demons
Please take my hand
Open my breakthrough
In you I celebrate victory.
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