4.25.2003

trauma

i'd rather die than be here all my life
i can't see, i can't even move freely
i can only feel but still clueless
i want to go to the big world
and smell the morning dew
the flower and the light i crave
for darkness of cylinder surrounds me
give me light then i've got hope
that i'd be back where i truly belong.
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-seatwork in SEP
-"troma"