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Walls without window Floor without feet Room without Roof Shouldn't I feel free? *But instead my throat is sore And my eyes stream with pain* **I don't think life was meant for me And these years have been in vain.**
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 6:53 PM UTC
Vacant Home
Walls without window Floor without feet Room without Roof Shouldn't I feel free? *But instead my throat is sore And my eyes stream with pain* **I don't think life was meant for me And these years have been in vain.**
Use your arms to lift me away From the walls that we have made...
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 6:53 PM UTC
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