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Submitted:Nov 24, 2011 Reads: 7 Comments: 3 Likes: 1
Born within the bowls of hell
Trapped inside this cageless cell
As I am thinking of my life
I reach out and grab a knife
Trust it in and yank it out
I feel no pain and hear no shout
Further down this blade goes
Lacerations making holes
Rip the skin from off my face
Becoming one of my own race
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