Paper and Pen
I exist between these lines,
a place that I call home
The space between the bars,
It's the only thing I've known
I've dreamt of what it's like
to roam the vastness
Where there isn't any structure ,
absolutely no confinements
but these lines are where I was placed,
I guess it's where I'm meant to be
But when the pages are turned, and all is dark
I dream that I am free
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