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No Exit
And here I stand
Looking for a way out
An exit that doesn’t hurt
Or make my body shout
And I can’t find
A painless escape
An exit that has no door
Takes on a phobic shape
And I have no words
My memory is tossed
An exit in slow-mo
My voice is lost
And I feel it all
I have such hate
An exit that never was
Thanks to my phobic state
And I was interrogated
About my supposed case
An exit at the far end
I make this endless chase
And I was terrified
Of what was implied
An exit forced to close
I just had to hide
And I can not tell
But it’s me to blame
An exit amongst the crowd
All this unwanted shame
Skriven av: Daniela Berg
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