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Sep 2016
It is

my own mind

that hinders me

from feeling freedom

hit my wings and make me fly.

It is my own tired mind

it is me so beg my blood to flow

Will you sweep up my mess for me?

My broom broke long ago.
Written by
Crimsyy  17/F/In my mind
(17/F/In my mind)   
   --- and John Rameu
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