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Sep 2011
Sitting in a tree,
I see all my enemies.
They run around me,
annoying me like fleas.

I finally escaped,
found a better place.
Found a personal space,
where they all race after me.

I'm finally free.
I'm finally free.

No one ever knows,
which way I might go.
Could be here, could be there,
I'm going everywhere.

I've got a world to see,
so no one bother me.
Know who I have to be,
and that person is me.

I'm finally free.
I'm finally free.

Evil enticed my eyes,
and I let out many cries.
So I looked towards the sky,
hoping for no more lies.

My world was spinning round,
kept my feet on the ground.
Now do you hear that sound?
I finally found myself.

I'm finally free.
I'm finally free.
I'm finally free.
I'm finally free.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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