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I hate this place I call my home,
This place I also hat to roam.
More like a prison it is to me,
Something others don't wanna see.
This horrible place that loves to sin.
This place that I am confined in.
So I slice at my skin.
Trying to set my soul free.
So in the mirror I can see me.
Others may like what they see,
But I HATE it.
This is not all I can be.
carly harris
Sunday, August 22, 2010
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