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Prison Walls of Hope

In a prison I live, The bars are held by obsession, Locked in with death, I stare death directly in eyes, Yet death will not bend or turn away, The walls obsession just draws more near. However, a single string of hope draws me out, Thin as a spider’s web, Yet labeled love. With aContinue reading “Prison Walls of Hope”

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