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locked room

my body feels like a room
a room with no key
even if some flowers bloom
my mind still wants to flee

bright bold petals outside
putrid rot beneath
I may look full of pride 
but I clench my teeth

everyone feels so closed
I'm afraid I will be disposed
I am done being trapped
I have no choice but to adapt

first time trying to write poetry

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