The maze of wires, the tangled thread, That kept my spirit trapped and dread. I found the exit, small and dim, And crawled out, though my body’s trim. The air is fresher, clean and wide, No longer caught by tides of pride That pulled me down, a drowning sway, I walk towards a brighter way.
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Escaping Toxic Systems
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The maze of wires, the tangled thread, — That kept my spirit trapped and dread.
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