Lirieke:
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Lirieke

Victim of torture Since he was too small Cries of help no one answered his call Bruises tattoo his face. His teachers assuming No cause for alarm

Lirieke

The Streets are filled with crime. People dying all the time. There's no law - no pity. Permanent prison built of a city Concrete walls circle this

Lirieke

You have no choice to live, but you're dead The only living part is the brain in your head, Trapped in an endless dream, they think you'll survive

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