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Nov 2012
Everyday the same thing,
working the nine to five,
making barley enough money,
to keep myself alive,
I strive for greatness,
but always fall short of the line,
so bitter it tastes,
so sweet to make,
I call this life,
I don't call this fate,
people relying on him to help them with their cause,
but behind those peoples eyes are more than only flaws,
the lies your told,
these words are a disease,
I can help myself,
I don't need to be on my knees,
IM FREE,
I LIVE FREE,
AND SURE AS HELL I"LL DIE FREE,
because those who can not fend for themselves,
well they'll never know what it means to BE!
Lance Zacher
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Lance Zacher  Athens
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