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Jan 2018
I know it bothers your soul
That I can contact you
At any time
And you have no way to me
You just can't stand the fact
That I have become free
But really, you sit in my mind
And thus, I'm still enslaved
I think I may take these chains
With me right to the grave
Written by
Krista DelleFemine  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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