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Glass walls… I am looking
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So rickety, so fragile Made of rope, sweat, tears, and blood
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He died for me to live Why did he do that?
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Our once clear skies Are now clouded in smog
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It makes no difference as to what they wear.
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The longing, the sadness The hope to see you again
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Splish, splash, The ripples reply back
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The yawning mouth engulf us,
surrounding us with darkness.by Saphina 35 lines, 4 comments, on Aug 8 9:57 AM 2007 -
It sits on a shelf in the cell
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The agony
the horror felt -
An unmarked grave
in an unknown land
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