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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.
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