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:: Updated 22 Aug 2003 : All Rights Reserved : The Journeyman :: | ||||||||||||||
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The untold feelings echo inside me Warps me, and slowly turn me inside out Crying inside, I struggle to be free Of this distrust I'd rather live without. The strong wall of bitter experiences Surround me, and keep me captive within Until I resolve my differences I am a prisoner of my own sin. Peeling off the layers of skin that shield me Is to lose the freedom that I so crave And the Libra scale will never be free To balance till I lie in my grave. |
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