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arrested in a foreign country |
| Once I was in a land of illusion, where thoughts wandered without confusion. I was feeling good and finally free, showing this place an inner part of me. Enjoying life without a word being spoken, unaware of the law I had broken. Confronted by authority that did not understand, shattering my dreams with their forceful demands. Taken to a place I did not belong, I had honestly felt I had done nothing wrong. Cold lines of steel began to close, sweat on my face had already froze. I stared blindly at concrete walls, while empty cells echoed my calls. I felt an urge to carve my name, as others before me had done the same. Waves of silence expanded my mind, dreams of yesterday left far behind. |
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