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As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom I knew it I didn't leave my bitterness and hatred behind I'd still be in prison

As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom I knew it I didn't leave my bitterness and hatred behind I'd still be in prison
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Trust is like a paper once it's crumpled it can't be perfect again you can flatten the paper and try and make it as straight as you want but it will never be perfect again

Trust is like a paper once it's crumpled it can't be perfect again you can flatten the paper and try and make it as straight as you want but it will never be perfect again

It doesn't matter how I begin my poems because by the end they are all about you

It doesn't matter how I begin my poems because by  the end they are all about you

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