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The world confines me,
It puts me in a darkness.
People abuse me,
They think I am heartless.
But my thoughts are open,
They are alive.
I can write them on paper,
And believe I will survive.
The world confines me,
It puts me in a darkness.
People abuse me,
They think I am heartless.
But my thoughts are open,
They are alive.
I can write them on paper,
And believe I will survive.