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The freedom not to go anywhere The mute color of personal reality The faithless faith in branded insanity The silent scream that only I hear The dry bleeding that only I feel The dark barrier I built by time The final escape is happening finally The ghosts behind my eyes cry alone
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
Ghost
The freedom not to go anywhere The mute color of personal reality The faithless faith in branded insanity The silent scream that only I hear The dry bleeding that only I feel The dark barrier I built by time The final escape is happening finally The ghosts behind my eyes cry alone
It's like being transferred to windowed cage and being forced to look out.
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
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