Someone has sealed
The door and windows of my room,
The gusts of fresh air do not pour in.
The stale air, collecting indoors,
Suffocates me,
Someone has planned to kill me.
I do not foresee anyone helping me,
I must break out on my own.
Abide by my inner voice
That tells me to break down all barriers
And not rest till freed,
All the same, I must breathe fresh air.
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