freedom raped


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    freedom raped

    I stay in my box willing to come out.

    I want to see the world and enjoy my life.

    You keep me in and tell me never to come
    out. I say no and you tightin the grip on my

    box. As i cry at night for something i should

    have you tell me to shut up and go to sleep.

    My soul crys for help as u raped me of my

    freedom, i feel hell and hate as i look at you.

    your dark eyes tell a lie. My love is the bomb

    and now i got out my box. u would never find

    a better love then mine. freedom rape
    is not for me...

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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