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Mar 29
this house is my prison
these clothes are my stripes
these doors don't have bars but it seems like they might
I feel like an animal
I'm wearing thin
if I get out I'm not coming back in
Just leave me alone
I'm trying to break free
let go of this oppressive hold on me
this house is my prison
these clothes are my stripes
and I can't seem to make things right
Lyle
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Lyle  16/F/USA
(16/F/USA)   
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