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Jan 2015
The wall,
cold on my back,
but a trap all the same.
These chains are holding me,
from staying sane.
I need to get out.
I need to get free.
If only you
could understand me.
The Insane Savannah
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The Insane Savannah  In the depths of my soul.
(In the depths of my soul.)   
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       ryn, Amber Bowen and Rhet Toombs
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