Help on the way

September 16, 2012
By maroon5rox5 BRONZE, Clarence, New York
maroon5rox5 BRONZE, Clarence, New York
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You are stuck behind the cold bars of a mental imprisonment
Sitting huddled in the corner
Hearing the silence grow louder and louder
You are abandoned in the depth of your racing thoughts

I am the someone that searches day and night
Shouting your name and trying to fight the storm
Each day the whisper of my voice becomes clearer
Then you know for sure

I will find you

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on Sep. 19 2012 at 6:36 pm
Eliquencity PLATINUM, Winfield, Illinois
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Aw, how beautiful. I like the you/I consept. Personally, I would change the title, make it more of the "prisoner". But that wasn't the peice. It was just the title of it. Wow, nice peice.  

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