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There’s something deep beneath the surface that I cannot seem to find A feeling I can’t figure out…I feel so left behind This pain is scratching at my skin…burning to be set free Will this girl ever be, who’s she’s meant to be? The walls feel like they are closing in Consumed by hate and fear within I’m trying to grasp onto what I feel is real This agony in my heart is longing just to heal I stand beside my reflection looking hard and close Wishing myself would just magically transpose Not into someone who is modified or unjust Just a woman who is strong and that I trust Clawing at my heart is the woman deep inside Wondering when her worlds decided to collide I long for that woman who I use to be I wonder when her heart will finally be set free
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
When Will I Be Free...
There’s something deep beneath the surface that I cannot seem to find A feeling I can’t figure out…I feel so left behind This pain is scratching at my skin…burning to be set free Will this girl ever be, who’s she’s meant to be? The walls feel like they are closing in Consumed by hate and fear within I’m trying to grasp onto what I feel is real This agony in my heart is longing just to heal I stand beside my reflection looking hard and close Wishing myself would just magically transpose Not into someone who is modified or unjust Just a woman who is strong and that I trust Clawing at my heart is the woman deep inside Wondering when her worlds decided to collide I long for that woman who I use to be I wonder when her heart will finally be set free
rebeccaaz
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
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