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Nov 2013
Can’t move
Can’t speak
Can’t breathe
Choking on doubts
Your broken dreams and
Unfulfilled promises
Oppressed outwardly
Suppressed inwardly
Digress into your past
Before your conscience
Falls apart
Before you drown
In their sea of hatred
Your cries repressed
By an army of thousands
Screaming
Screeching lies
In your ear
Coming too close for comfort
Cut straight to the bone
The cloak tightens
Suffocating
Taking away pieces
Of you
Claiming your voice
Your soul
For their own
Silver Wolf
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Silver Wolf  nature is my home
(nature is my home)   
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