Torn rags

I sit here in my torn rags as I cry out in happiness , the feelings that I feel, cannot be put into words.
I feel like my heart will jump out of my chest if I stay.
But now I see it.
The light at the end of my tunnel, I've never been so close.
I can smell the fresh air, I want to run but I have no more to give, the light gets closer and closer. I come to my sence when I hear the horn, it's just a fucking train.
I'm trapped like a felon, but free as a bird.
I just want to go home.
But I will never see it again.
I'll never taste the sweet homemade meals from grandma, I'll never sing songs by the fire.
I will never be me again.

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Me
My family
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