truth is this---11-22-95--age17
It's the roar of the thunder.
It's the spark of the lighting.
It's the terror with-in these doors.
It follows me where I may be.
Still I feel I shall never be free.
I'm kept here like a prisoner.
Only free to live & breath.
I die a little more each day.
My feelings hidden within myself.
Thoughts, Expressions, Emotions all kept hidden.
Inside my heart inside my mind.
There I know that they are safe.
Runaway I'm to scared to.
Freedom this seems only a dream.
Happiness that's only vivid imagery.
Love I've heard of it but never known.
TRUTH IS THIS!
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