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Thursday, July 22, 2010
The Glass Room
Im in a room,
its made out of glass.
Theres only one way out,
I have to break the glass,
but if I do that,
I'm going to get hurt.
So I must pick,
Stay and die on the inside,
or get hurt coming out.
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