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Sunrise,

sunset,

I dove into a pool of blood & didn't get wet.

These days of crashing into empty walls are growing old.

This white outfit is starting to feel cold.

One day I went to the desert to dig for gold.

I came up short.

The boss threatened my life, so i ran away.

At times I found myself trying to escape my shadow.

It was no use, I could not break free.

One night some men picked me up & carried me out of the street.

I now feel safe.

I like it here; I really like this place.

The walls are soft & match the color of my outfit.

I no longer feel scared.

I no longer feel any pain.

I am finally at peace.