Freedom is sweet, freedom is delicious
The taste I’ve got is no longer surreptitious
No longer shackled by these heavy chains
I flee from all that was mundane
I escape to that which I desire
And seek to find the proper attire
The small sample I once held so dear
Is now ever drawing closer and nearer
My scars from within, forever with me they’ll be
But regardless, it allows me to see
From whence I came, to where I’m headed
And thus a offering of hope I take abetted.
02.08.09, 11.50pm – 12.00am
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My articulation seems to slowly flee from me as each new publication comes to life. This really feels so.. ehz.
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