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Prison

Anna Martin-Hill

My chains bound by words Prison bars formed of hatred My shackles are created From nothing but myself

Desperate to escape To be free But I know this is all just... Wishful thinking

I can never escape the chains, the prison, the shackles As they will follow me forever But at least I can exploit them

Exploit them for likes Exploit them for followers Exploit them for exposure Gaining temporary joy In this hell we call the Earth

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