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The singing forest The dancing waters The exhausted earth All the things I crave the most Locked up in this tiny cell called a soul Drained of all emotions So Transparent Lord what has happened to me Trapped within my own mind A slave to my own doings I pray that someday I can retire from this life But as the girl I used to be within Happy Jolly olde me Maybe someday I won't have to put on this show This fake happy show for everyone to believe I'm so drained of all feelings All regrets All remorse I can't even love Everytime I try The bars within my soul holds me back All I can do is hope But what is hope without a believer The free running sky is my only hope I hope that someday I can be as free I once had a favorite season Now I just wait for winter When the weather is just as cold as my soul Trapped within my own world A dead woman walking among the living A visionary dream Summer's prideful forest singing within the darkness The water dancing within the moonlight and the earth blowing under the breezy sky These are the things I crave the most Locked up in this tiny cell called a soul
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
Summer's Pride
The singing forest The dancing waters The exhausted earth All the things I crave the most Locked up in this tiny cell called a soul Drained of all emotions So Transparent Lord what has happened to me Trapped within my own mind A slave to my own doings I pray that someday I can retire from this life But as the girl I used to be within Happy Jolly olde me Maybe someday I won't have to put on this show This fake happy show for everyone to believe I'm so drained of all feelings All regrets All remorse I can't even love Everytime I try The bars within my soul holds me back All I can do is hope But what is hope without a believer The free running sky is my only hope I hope that someday I can be as free I once had a favorite season Now I just wait for winter When the weather is just as cold as my soul Trapped within my own world A dead woman walking among the living A visionary dream Summer's prideful forest singing within the darkness The water dancing within the moonlight and the earth blowing under the breezy sky These are the things I crave the most Locked up in this tiny cell called a soul
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20/F/Liberian
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
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