free
My story is of words unspokenmy soul is tatered, torn, and broken
feel my heart race in your hands
all apart of there master plans
a way to freedom of which i know
a path of pain, bitter, and snow
the time it takes to make it here
by the end having to concor your fear
so hear my words wispered in the silence
its time to put an end to this violents
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