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Adam
Scratched and bruised body, dead heart. Trapped in a dirt cell, you hide the scars. Darkness surrounds, black is all you see. They punish you with boots and fists, Leave you to cry in the dark pit. Dirt under your feet, covering your hands. In here you do the only thing you can, Curl up and hide from the nightmare, When its real life making you scared. Darling Adam, you shouldn’t be here, Surrounded by all those you fear. Never did you deserve such a fate, Follow me out of the chain link gate
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