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She was born behind prison walls And she’s lived that way ever since    With each passing year Tally mark scars cut deep within the confines of her heart... 
Dance and writing are my outlets. The two things that make me the happiest. Two things I don't do nearly enough of. Maybe that's why I feel sad, stuck, Like something's pent-up, caged, Because they are.
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