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Sep 2012
They wanted him to go
To disappear in the woods
All alone

He wanted to leave
To live on a beach
All alone

But they just couldn't do it
They could never let him go
By himself

Because they knew he'd never
He'd never come back

So they tied him to the barn
They beat his limbs dead
They taped his mouth closed
Wrapped a bag around his head

He moaned and he bled
And they just laughed and pointed
"He's done for," they agreed
But they could never stick a man like him

When the sun went down
And the moon shined bright
He gained the strength
To stand and fight

He shook off the ropes
The bag and ties
He coughed up the last of the blood
And soon held his head high

He looked to the distance
At the house and all the animals
And smiled and smiled
Because he was done with them fools
John
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John  28/M/New York
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