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I'm on a misson. To find my great perhaps, I know that it exists. And one day, it will get me out of the labyrinth.
I wish I could escape this town. Just like Margo Roth Speigelman. But what if I don't belong in Algoe?
I hate seeing you cross. Your anger so pent up, I wish I could help. Just know that I'm alway here.
The fences that keep us trapped. Like the walls we use to conceal ourselves from the pain and hardships of our everyday lives. We hide behind them, away from the lurking eyes of our neighbours. We hide behind them because we are so scared of the consequences if we don't.