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Guilt rests upon my shoulders.
As I lay in fear that they'll come for me eventually
They will find me and get me

As they question a closed mouth that will not respond
With an answer of their choice
I stare them in the eye with suspense


My mind is racing
Like a 200 lap race
The blood is pumping through my veins
like the oxygen in the air


Wondering why I am here
Wondering why I’m not free
To be able to be me


Trapped in this room filled with intensity
I sit in a cold chair
My feet planted on the floor like plants in the garden
My mouth is unable to speak words
costing me my freedom


The doors are shut
The gates are closed
No escape
I’m locked in
Closed shut




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