May 13, 2009
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The realization of it all
Years wasted
Running through your dreams
Can’t escape
Fleeing from your memories
Your broken heart
Shattered to pieces
It can never be fixed
You hold onto that longing
Wishing you could let go
Opening your hand
Dropping the last piece
Freedom at last
Melancholy freedom
Freedom at last

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