Who am I to judge
To be judge by 12
Im a book without a cover
With no picture to go by...
To once be judged,
The fear to run
The bars im behind
Only to be left in my mind.
My mind,
Is nothing but a cell,
Not to keep me,
But to not lose myself.
To trust one puts you,
Were I am now,
In a wrold of terror
And pain.
To lose,
Is not to gain,
But to destoy,
My life was nothing.
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