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forever a prisoner
I lost my voice
I lost my choice
With each passing min of the clock
Stronger and stronger grew the lock
i walked the hall without a sound
with my head faced the ground
i saw the tourmentor everyday
they never ever went away
They took my voice
And my choice
But i will forever be a prisoner
I lost my choice
With each passing min of the clock
Stronger and stronger grew the lock
i walked the hall without a sound
with my head faced the ground
i saw the tourmentor everyday
they never ever went away
They took my voice
And my choice
But i will forever be a prisoner
Published 14th Apr 2015
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14th Apr 2015 8:18am
Anonymous
17th Apr 2015 2:30am
Great opening stanza, Grim. Steady rhymes make for a great piece. Enjoyed!. . .Devlin.
