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My cries awoke me to harsh lights, unfamiliar hands, and cold Placed in my mom's arms, at peace, curled up and consoledRunning, and hiding, and balls flying, the world was mine, I was told
I have been concealed, In a prison cell of a bedroom, For so many wasted days, But, once I became curious, I found myself, After an hour passed by, I couldn't believe what I've done,
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