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Apr 10
Be free my lonesome, wandering mind
For you have taken the toll for too long

Be free my aching, pilgrim heart
For you have searched for a lost love too long

Be free my helpless, shaking soul
For you have suffered the cold and dark too long

Be free my crippling, growing fears
For you have crushed me too long

Be free my loving, trembling self
For you have felt this pain too long
Hey things are kinda better, it’s been a good day
Written by
Ickabobroe  16/M/Nunya
(16/M/Nunya)   
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