Lock me in a suitcase, One you call mine. My bones begin to break/ As you try to force it shut. Use a lock. Beat it up. Force me in until I cannot breathe. The suitcase is too small, I am too big. Bruises are my body. You are winning the war. There was no battle for I know no more. Twist and turn my limbs, They still will not fit. The suitcase was not made for me I was not made for it. Continue to push and shove, to beat and beat I cannot fit, I will not fit. It is not my suitcase.\n\nRupert P
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