June 2, 2009
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I, would rather be outside
Living life.
Not observing it through
Double paned obscurity.

Because these cold hard walls,
Unmoving, and stained white
By the angelically sinful souls
Of the youth it ensnared,
Block life out.

And trap our hearts in.

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