Poetry of a lost teen
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    Imprisoned

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    I couldn't feel my legs
    They were numb
    But I carried them 
    They were heavy
    But I carried them 
    Trying to keep it in 
    Till I got to a place alone 
    Not a sound heard apart from 
    My constant gasping and struggling for breathe 
    I was loud
    Kind of broke the silence I'd been hoping for 
    And it lasted a long time 
    My hands shook whilst my lips trembled 
    I couldn't help it 
    I tried so hard
    To keep it in 
    I'm just so trapped
    And imprisoned within
    ~H1
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