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The Least Freedom Of Being Free
Contributed by
kismetkills
on
Monday, 13th April 2009 @ 06:28:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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When I walk past, you snicker,
I can feel my shields getting thicker,
With every flicker,
You turn my emotions off and on,
And you laugh until I’m gone,
What did I do to deserve this,
Mistreatment and socially dismissed,
I found myself sitting alone in the dark,
And I think about how cruelness leaves a deep mark,
I could feel the tearing in my heart,
I try to recollect every part,
But the pieces are all lost,
I search for them at all cost,
Then I realized I’ve been stripped,
Torn up and ripped,
There isn’t anybody who could save me,
I am nowhere near free.
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kismetkills
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2009-04-13 18:28:38] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Least Freedom Of Being Free
(User Rating: 1 ) by The_Phantom on
Monday, 13th April 2009 @ 09:28:32 PM AEST (User
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That was a strong write, I was once just like that, I remember those days, well done.
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