INSIDE OF BACK COVER

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INSIDE OF BACK COVER

Nothing comes to those who wait

So know this room won’t be my fate

But if it’s just my time to die

No one can say I didn’t try

I will not be bound by grief or rage

As I wilt away in this concrete cage

And though I’m cast down to the floor

This lowly place will be my door

Entombed by man with lock and key

It took a rat to set me free

To escape I must become their kin

And scurry out where they came in

In my diary these words I write

‘cause I’m not done, I’ve still got fight

Now you know, my words you’ve read

That I’m now free, alive or dead

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