4 walls that sees and hears,
The stories of histories,
Stories of heroism,
And stories of love.
I'm lost in this 4 walls,
With 2 gates of no escape
I sat by the corner
Awaiting myself to be called.
I have no name no more,
I am a number, a something,
I have no choice, no opinions,
I follow all rules that makes no sense.
Keeping my head lowered
With eyes on the ground
No voice of expressions
I move with limited permission
Of a complete stranger.
-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts
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