Awoken
I have been concealed,
In a prison cell of a bedroom,
For so many wasted days,
But, once I became curious,
I found myself,
After an hour passed by,
I couldn't believe what I've done,
With a pencil and a once-untouched notebook,
Words are as powerful as bullets,
They hover in my mind,
Speeches from the famous,
Took so long to sink in,
I have discovered new feelings,
Feelings of love and hate,
And now I present myself,
As a renovated man,
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