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Aug 23
No rope has tied my hand,
Yet still I lie bound.
They bow when I stand,
But my eyes search the ground.

No voice can rise above mine,
Yet my words remain in the cage.
In their stories, I shine,
While my scars stay an unread page
Written by
Melis J
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