-The Key
When can I be free? I’m always stealth, I’m always dingy. When can I have the right to do things? I feel stuck in a box, A box that can never be open, because you’d need the key. The key that will never be found, because it’s underneath. Underneath all the staut, underneath from the ground. When will I dig it up you ask? When I’m rescued, by the seraph.
-Abigail Francisco
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