The walls in this house
Remind me of the bars on a jail cell
I want to get out
Even when it's quiet
I hear echoes of fights, and sirens
The day they left I wanted to die
They got out, but how could I
I just wanted to escape
The only way was to die
This house is a prison and I am an inmate
All i did was be born
I didn't choose to be here
But yet I am punished
This house is mh prison, and one day my grave
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We possess the capability to play well, despite the hand that we are dealt in life... Take pride in your resolve.
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