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This skull is my prison.

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The skull is a prison for my soul. It locks my up and pins my wings. How am I suppose to be all I can when what is holding me back is me? How do you expect me to fulfill my dreams when my dreams are my confining? They keep me from overcoming the obstacles in front of me. My fears stop me from unstoppable. My heart stops me from loving and My heart stops me living. How am I suppose to be me when the only person in the way is me?





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