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You’re safe behind the bench,
in your flowing robe,
gavel in hand,
passing judgment upon me,
deciding how I will live my life,
and if I disobey,
you will be swift with verdict,
stripping years from my life
as I reside in a cage.
You decide what’s best for me…

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But are any of us really okay?

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“Don’t go back,” I said.
“Whatever you do, just don’t go back,”
but he did.
If the building was burning down,
he still would’ve gone back,
thinking that he could save her,
but he got burned.
He was burned multiple times,
but he still kept going back
to her.
And now a child was involved.
She was too young to understand,
but…

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