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The Locked Room--By Krysta Ray
As I sit here
I slowly start to watch it;
It runs through my veins like it's supposed to.
I know that's where it needs to be.
I know why I want it out.
I know that's why I'm in here by myself
Sitting by the window
In a room with a locked door.
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