Sat, 02/03/2018 - 15:36 -- magggie

No cuffs on my hands

But a shock collar around my neck

Locks on all the doors and


Getting closer and closer


Stuck here

No glue on my feet

But a cage built around me


And everyone knows how to pick the lock

But me


(But now

I will break

I will break free)


This poem is about: 
Our world


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