A suffocating palace entraps me. I dare not step for the killer rays will penetrate my swollen feet. I cry and weep noticing the boring-ness of life. Defeated, deprived, disgusted. The day time roars with anger as the time passes only as slow as trees grow. There's no freedom in summer when the yolkiness of the sun heats up the atmosphere. In
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