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Submitted:Mar 18, 2011 Reads: 81 Comments: 2 Likes: 1
Reach out, touch what you've always feared
They told me I hadn't seen it all, heard it all, felt it all
Here the door waits to be opened
It's time for me to step out of my own little world
This prison is only what I've made of it
What are we but decisions of other people
It's time to grasp the handle
I've got to find my way into the real world.
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