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within four cold walls.
No means of escape
are found.
Mouth opens
but no sounds can be emitted,
no words can be formed.
Mouth closes
in defeat.
Yet still my soul cries out
for freedom.
Miss Bossy Pants
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“Go to the party”, the voice urged me.
One of tens or maybe hundreds of voices overlapping in my psyche; this was
my Bossy Pants voice.
Not to be confu...
2 months ago
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