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Freedom Bound
November 7, 2012
Funny how when you’re sitting here alone,
At what you think is the end of it all,
That the faces come flooding to your mind.
The ones who weren’t there, ones who betrayed,
The few you trusted, the few that you loved,
And under its shadow you wallow in guilt.
Pity sets in driving you further deep,
Impenetrable and weak, always clouded,
Never who you want to be, never enough
All in an instant and forever
Then I drift through the terror
And I’m free
© Anonymous
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