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Shell


Having these thoughts bunched up and stored inside of me, How do I set these Feelings free? its not that easy for this guy, One who suffers from Social Isolation all I can seem to ask myself is why. Why did dad leave? Why did I have to grow up on the streets? It's just me myself and my A.D.D. Now here I am all alone, Feeling like a dog without a bone, In my prison in my cell, All bundled up by myself, just me left with my thoughts inside my shell. To scared to talk with the outside world
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