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by Cassie Dec 20, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
My hands are worn My hair is grease. these chains are hurting All i want is peace. your blood red eyes are stuck in my head. this place is haunting my legs are dead. Why beat me up? why lock the door? I've never hurt you, so what is this for? You give me food Fit for some mice i don't wanna starve give me my life. I break from these chains i run to the door. i kick it down And run once more. But now im shaking things arent as they seem. my eyes open it was all a dream.