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In my mind, as in my soul,
A darkness lay I don't control.
A cage of man, which is not me.
A want to fit society.
The dressing right to show my couth,
A hairstyle just to please untruth.
The need to be just only me,
But trapped inside society.
To dance the dance that is my own,
To deafly follow my own tone.
I break the chain; I am my life
Now shunned, alone, disdained and strife.
Shall I go back, pretense of me
And relocked in society?
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