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Behind These Bars

I am trapped in a world that is not my own.
It was made by those who are said to love me most.
Kept in the dark, I cry myself to sleep.
Like a caged bird, my wings are clipped.
They hold me here as if I were a hostage.
I dream of a place where I can be free.
Where my scars can fade until they disappear.
Where I no longer have to shed these pointless tears.
I’m ready to see the world behind these bars.



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