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Feb 2018
I feel scared
It watches me
It taunts me
Any moment now
It’s my time to go
It’s my time to run
I’ll be free
From him
From his grasp
I feel the cold of brushing air
I feel the heat of the floor
My feet step by step
Closer
Closer to freedom
I will be free soon
Written by
Alfred De Beetham
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