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Inside these four walls is where I reside
My locked door, dimly lit candles
the perfect place for me to hide
The windows are boarded tight
never really know if it's day or night
I try to break free
I try to scream
yet it seems that no one ever hears
Am I really here?
Crashing, Thrashing are my arms
Through the glass, through the door,
I've escaped these walls only to find more
The cycle never seems to end
the holes they never seem to mend
I am seem to be a lost little girl
Lost in the security of my own little world
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Posted by anglmom203 on 2007-10-29 20:52:00 | Rating: | Views: 79
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I hear you.
I will light a candle for you tonight.
A vanilla scented one.
We can plan your emotional prison break if you want to.
I was in that prison too...I know an escape route.
It is through an open window...a window that magically changes the world to a safe place.
You have to look through it with Soul Eyes though...Eyes of Faith.
Faith in what you say?
Faith in Love.
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Posted by DifficultSoul
on 2007-10-29 22:10:13
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